i'm just saying...
when doing the 30 day shred with jillian...
you know you're going to be at level one for a very long time if you get tired right after warm ups.
when your 8th grader goes to his first ever school dance...
check the place out then leave. otherwise, he will be a wallflower and only hang with you and not his friends. after you stop being his crutch and leave(finally! what took you so long?!!) he'll decide that dancing is not so bad and actually like it and even get crowned king of the valentines day ball and have to dance with the queen. you'll be a little sore that you didn't get a photo of that because you left, but i'm sure you'll get over it.
when your friend asks you to accompany her to target...
and you tell your husband you aren't planning on buying anything, THAT IS A LIE.
it is simply impossible to go to target and not buy anything. you will try your best to be good and keep your word, but you will still manage to walk out of there with a receipt for red velvet cupcake mix and some pencils.
when trying to prod your husband about what he got you for valentines day...
he will actually crack you up when he says, "what? you drive around in your valentine everyday!" funnier still is the fact that you got that valentine over a year ago.
when you think you are having "one of those days"...
the cutest four year old boy (your boy) will grab you by the hand and ask you to dance with him in the kitchen. and there will be no way you can refuse him because you won't be able to think of anything sweeter than that moment.
when you take your daughters to see a ballet...
and they dance to music from the "Prince of Egypt" movie, your girls will beg you to buy it and they will watch it five times in three days.
when your girls watch the "Price of Egypt" five times over the course of three days...
you'll be glad it's that and not "The Suite Life of Zack and Cody" or "Hannah Montana"
when you have a monday off...
and you have done nothing all day, the last thing you want to do is stop blogging and figure out what to make for dinner. so why bother? just order out is what i'm thinking...
i'm just sayin...
you know you're going to be at level one for a very long time if you get tired right after warm ups.
when your 8th grader goes to his first ever school dance...
check the place out then leave. otherwise, he will be a wallflower and only hang with you and not his friends. after you stop being his crutch and leave(finally! what took you so long?!!) he'll decide that dancing is not so bad and actually like it and even get crowned king of the valentines day ball and have to dance with the queen. you'll be a little sore that you didn't get a photo of that because you left, but i'm sure you'll get over it.
when your friend asks you to accompany her to target...
and you tell your husband you aren't planning on buying anything, THAT IS A LIE.
it is simply impossible to go to target and not buy anything. you will try your best to be good and keep your word, but you will still manage to walk out of there with a receipt for red velvet cupcake mix and some pencils.
when trying to prod your husband about what he got you for valentines day...
he will actually crack you up when he says, "what? you drive around in your valentine everyday!" funnier still is the fact that you got that valentine over a year ago.
when you think you are having "one of those days"...
the cutest four year old boy (your boy) will grab you by the hand and ask you to dance with him in the kitchen. and there will be no way you can refuse him because you won't be able to think of anything sweeter than that moment.
when you take your daughters to see a ballet...
and they dance to music from the "Prince of Egypt" movie, your girls will beg you to buy it and they will watch it five times in three days.
when your girls watch the "Price of Egypt" five times over the course of three days...
you'll be glad it's that and not "The Suite Life of Zack and Cody" or "Hannah Montana"
when you have a monday off...
and you have done nothing all day, the last thing you want to do is stop blogging and figure out what to make for dinner. so why bother? just order out is what i'm thinking...
i'm just sayin...
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