Profilin'

We've reached the point of #NaBloPoMo where I am fried. I am losing out on a technicality and because I just cannot get my shit together. Earlier in the week I had to write two posts in twenty four hours since I am incapable of remembering what time zone I actually reside in. The next night I again had time issues and posted thirteen minutes too late and "missed" a day. It isn't much but it is all I got today.

Twitter Profiles I'd love to see:

@theysuck Ashamed mom of 3, hater of cupcakes, married to no talent, despicable schmuck, fun hater, joy sucker, miserable wretch.

@whyme Mom of ugly twin daughters, slacker wife to dipshit husand, blogging about lame ass shit no one cares about.

@imposter Unimaginative writer, living the nightmare, despiser of felines, booger picking, link pimping loser.

@judgeywhore Judgemental beotch, pusher of crappy home parties, bitter, hostile, political nutjob, trying to make your life as miserable as mine.

@cirlceofbitches online community dedicated to making your life more complicated & miserable, know it all snobs.

@captionlamo Bullshitter, bragger, poster of links, will never follow you or anyone for that matter!

What profiles would you love to see?

Confessing My Love

I LOVE Mama Kat's Writers Workshop. Weekly prompts that inspire me and make me LMAO and a great way for me to find new blogs to love. What more could a girl ask for? Here's my love letter to an inanimate object.

 Go visit mamakatslosinit.com for some great reads!


Dear Pink, Fuzzy Pig Slippers,

I love you. I think you know this, but I want to take the time to thank you for being in my life, for filling an emptiness I always new I had. You warm my feet and my heart.

I have always loved you. Since the moment I unwrapped you on Christmas morning and stuffed my cold piggies into your squishy, cushioned goodness I knew we would spend the rest of our days together (at least until I wore a hole through the heels).

You are the first face I see in the morning and the last one I see before I climb into bed. You protect me, warm me, soften the grenades that life lobs at me. You don't make snarky comments when I stay in my pajama pants all day, forget to brush my teeth and have hair sticking up in 1743 different directions. You are always up for a road trip and never utter a word of complaint about those germapalooza hotel floors. We have enjoyed many a pajama day at school and you smile modestly as both big and little people swoon over you. You are always there for me and my piggies.

Thank you for being a friend. I love you to the pig sty and back!

Smooches, 

Robbie