Get Outta Here!

Delights, I'm stuck with this "No, I'm Not Pregnant" blog rolling through my blog feed space. Ugh! Seriously, this chick is 131lbs and complaining about her belly and shake drinking and eating kids meals. Get me the hell outta here! Looks like I'm nearing a start date. I got a bunch of stuff from HR to complete. Isn't that a clear sign that I'm on my way? Of course it is. Instead of completing the remaining four forms, I'm on my way to the sofa. Where I will elevate my foot & watch a movie. Then maybe doze off before remembering I gotta go get my foot xray'ed. I'm just tired and want to relax for a bit. I also want someone to shave my legs. Yea, I'm gonna keep saying that. I've got a ton of random thoughts rolling about my noggin, but lucky for you Gals, I'm too tired to list them all. However, I do want to know why toothpaste companies think they're fooling us with fake tooth brushing commercials! I mean really! The toothbrush isn't even touching the fake actresses teeth & sparkly pink and blue cleaning bubbles are bursting about. WTHades? Yesterday, I didn't get to abs, legs, and arms in the traditional sense. But I did have some wonderful sexercise. That's gotta count for something, right? I'm counting it like an insomniac counts sheep.

I have no idea what my goals or objectives are for the day. I'll get back to yall.

Cheers & Happy Friday!