by the way, I think weed pulling is very therapeutic.

Sometimes I like to think about the thoughts I have while I'm pulling weeds. Like right while I'm having them, do you ever do that? Call me crazy.

Today I realized that sometimes I leave certain weeds because I think they are charming and/or I think they have potential to turn out interesting.

Then I thought, this may or may not be a parallel to the way I allowed boys to wander in my life before Gar...

Then I looked down and thought, charming or not, you're still a weed.

And I reached down and yanked that weed out.

Really Really REALLY?

In a couple of hours I'll be wearing one of these. How weird is that? I don't even know how to feel about it...

teens say the darndest' things.

the highlight of my shopping experience...:

The girlS (yes two of them) sharing the dressing room next to me shared this awesome little tid bit with, basically the whole dressing room, and especially me. oh to be in high school again... NOT.

Girl 1: So, do you like it? The shirt?

Girl 2: Yea, well, what do you think?

Girl 1: it's cute...

Girl 2: yea, well, I mean, member' that one time when we just wanted to be really big ho's? Well this could just be like one of those times, we'll both be just like, really big ho's for the day. It will be WAY fun!

Girls: giggles.

there's two fathers out there with big problems.

I'm terrified to have kids.