That, and other gibberish....
For the sake of saving time (so I can sleep some more) I'm going to make this quick and painless. Well, painless for everyone except ME.
I did NOT promise one of the campers at the High School Winter Retreat that I'd add her cute little mug to my album on Myspace IMMEDIATELY upon arriving home, only to have it be a WEEK later and I still haven't even put the memory card into my computer. What? You think I'm a liar?
I did NOT have a delightful time working at the camp. It's all about LABOR and SACRIFICE and HARD WORK and I certainly didn't go around calling it a BREAK because my own kids weren't there to
I promise that I did NOT utterly and completely LOVE playing with the worship band while I was there. I get freaked out about short notice stuff like that - I would never have enjoyed it - fo sho!
There was nobody here that promised to do another week of camp in the summer. We all know it takes a HUGE amount of physical and emotional energy for me to have survived the last few go-rounds, and I would NOT subject myself all over again. Months in advance, no less.
I absolutely did NOT forget that I am hosting Bunko tonight, and when my friend mentioned yesterday that she was going to attend, I did NOT give myself away by flashing that deer in the headlights look that made her ask, "You aren't ready at ALL are ya??"
I totally didn't worry myself to death for three weeks straight because my period was uncharacteristically late. (Sorry again guys, I didn't type that). I also didn't tease my husband like CRAZY about what we'd name the 6th child, and tell him all about failed tubal ligations and stuff to the point that I think he considered a vasectomy as a backup plan.
I wasn't just a tad unhappy when the problem corrected itself because for goodness sake, I am DONE having kids or ever wanting any more!! I am, I swear!
And lastly, it's NOT me sitting in this chair, my head lolled to one side, mouth drooping open and drool starting to form because I am SO tired from going to sleep at 4 a.m. that I can't do anything right now but type and breathe. Sort of breathing, even that is hard work.
For more public humiliation therapy, head on over to MckMama's place. If you can handle the