There are days when I sit down with a clear idea of what to write about.
Sadly, this is not one of those days.
I’ve been flying solo this week because McDaddy has been away on business, and he doesn’t like for me to mention the fact that he is out of town here on the blog, because, you know, there is the whole let’s break in because the man of the house is out of town thing.
It’s a good thing I have the good Lord watching out for me and my band of four because I’m the kind of girl who locks and deadbolts the front door, only to wake up the next morning and find my house keys hanging in the door knob.
On the outside of the door, of course.
And on a totally unrelated note (because that’s the way my brain rolls most of the time) I am watching Criminal Minds. Partly because hello, from INMATES to Playdates and all that, but mostly because of
this hottie Shemar Moore.
I have several [read: A LOT] friends who have a crush on Shemar. We text pictures of him back and forth and very often, I wake up to his picture plastered on my FB page courtesy of one of them. I’ve been a fan of his ever since he played Malcolm on The Young And The Restless, and I don’t know which genius thought it was a good idea to cast another Malcolm because clearly it was not. There’s just something about Derrick Morgan and his bullet proof vest busting into a room, gun drawn, yelling F-B-I. Phew doggies, it gets me every single time. And before you ask, Criminal Minds is a great show, especially if you happen to be a fan of people getting shot. The only problem is that I rarely figure out who the unsub is before he is apprehended.
I tested with the Federal Bureau of Investigation when I was in Grad School, mostly because I wanted to be able to flash a badge, but also because HEY, FEDERAL JOB WITH GOOD BENEFITS. My FBI dreams were short-lived however, because apparently you have to know A HECK OF A LOT OF MATH to work for the FBI, and well, we all know that I suck at the Math.
One of my biggest concerns about this upcoming deployment is that Stevie, who will be starting Middle School, stands very little chance of passing Math if McDaddy is not here to check his work. If only the alphabet hadn’t gone all psycho and wormed it’s way into Math, using the name - Alg. E. Bra.
Which now that I think about it, I would say – for me at least - that Math is comparable in aggravation to a bra.
A nasty tight one, at that.
But that’s enough for one day about bras.
It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood. So beautiful in fact that I got to enjoy the SKY today. The bad news is, I read somewhere that we’re supposed to have our first snow-fall next week.
WHICH SUCKS bytheway. Because snow sucks. Especially snow in October.
Oh, and I made the mistake of clicking on a link on the Facebook a few weeks back, and now these suckers show up every single day on websites that I visit. I still love em, and I’m still fighting the urge to click the “checkout” button because they have been in my cart for weeks.
Here’s hoping for more 80 degree days and NO SNOW until the fifth of never.
And a good calculator to help with the Math.
Have a great weekend, y’all!