Facts. That are Random. And Pretty Useless.

I'm feeling a bit like doing a tribute to Dwight K. Schrute. I miss the days of when The Office was really good and funny. Back when it was 2 legit 2 quit. However, I sadly quit The Office a couple of seasons ago. That makes me sad because I miss Jim. He used to be my boyfriend. In my head. And we were serious but then he got married. So I was done with him. Back to Dwight. In honor of him, I will do a list of facts.

Fact: If you need to remove gum from the inside of your dryer---a wet dryer sheet will do the trick.

Fact: Magic Eraser and Pampered Chef scraper are no good for the job. Just stick to the wet dryer sheet. Trust me.

Fact: I know this because I spent 30 sweaty minutes scrubbing the inside of my dryer removing gum. Removing a whole pack of gum residue. A whole pack of gum that my brother left in the pocket of his pants.

Fact: The inside of my dryer smelled like citrus fruit but the dryer drum looked like it was streaked with poop skid marks. Hot melty gum isn't pretty, folks.

Fact: I don't like when people say 'folks'.

Fact: Living with my younger brother is so much fun sometimes. It's a riot, really. I'm laughing so hard right now thinking about all the fun I've had tonight...

::envisioning myself with my head hung in the dryer cleaning off gum residue::

Fact: Store checkout lanes are pure temptation. Full of candy, gum, magazines, chap stick, lint rollers. The devil designed checkout lanes. He must have. Sneaky guy.

Fact: I couldn't resist the urge to buy a bag of Sour Patch Kids in the checkout at Hobby Lobby. Who goes to a craft store and buys candy? I do.

Fact: When I buy a bag of Sour Patch Kids, I only eat the red and green ones. They're delicious. The orange and yellow ones go in the trash.

Fact: If you want to be friends, I'll give you the orange and yellow kids to eat. I feel bad throwing them away. "At first they're sour, but then they're sweet..."

Fact: It's a bad idea to eat Sour Patch Kids in bed. Unless you like feeling sugar granules through the night. I guess it could be an exfoliant...

Fact: Sugar makes me think of glitter and glitter makes me happy. It's just such a beautiful mess. My Assistant tells me I have a different look in my eyes when I bust out the glitter in the classroom. Perhaps my eyes twinkle like glitter. Hmm. Perhaps.

Fact: It secretly thrills me to mention my "Assistant" in conversation. It's like my one sad shot in life to be a name dropper and pretend in my imagination fantasy land that I'm famous and that she's my own Personal Assistant. I guess she kind of is sometimes. Especially when I have her leave school to go buy me a Sonic Happy Hour drink...

Fact: I glittered so hard today that glitter has been falling from my hair all night. At first I was concerned it was dandruff. It's only beautiful sparkles. Phew.

Fact: I've gone to Zaxby's the past two nights in a row. And I could probably make it three. I get on food kicks really hard sometimes. Watch out, Zaxby's. I have a feeling we're about to be best buds.

Fact: After I placed my order at Zaxby's, the lady in the speaker told me, "I look forward to settling up with you at the window". That kind of made me gulp. Yikes. Settle up? Like I had a hefty overdue bill to pay. Or like a mob was going to meet me at the window and drag me inside of the building to "teach me a lesson I'll never forget". I just want a chicken platter.

Fact: I like you. All of you.

Fact: We're half way through the work week. Yessssssssssssssssss.

Fact: I'll be back soon with another post, folks (I just had to throw it in one more time for good measure). Stay tuned.

Post Thanksgiving Randoms.

I've been absent for awhile. I apologize. Remember all that homework I had to do? I finally finished. For now anyways. I submitted all of my article reviews last Monday night. As I was submitting my last article review, my internet went out. As in, my modem died. I had to email my professor and explain my dilemma as I sent my last assignment from school the next day. Luckily he believed me. I don't know if I would have believed me if I were him. It sounds like such a lie. "Sorry Professor. I can't submit my assignment because my internet went out." Pfft. Well, I tell no lies. It really went out. And I had to have the cable company come over on Wednesday. And I had to buy a new modem from them. The cold hard proof will be evident on my next cable bill if Professor really needs proof. Dang it.

Well, it's Sunday evening. That means I'm in my usual 'getting mentally prepared for the work week routine' funk. I shouldn't complain. I just had 5 consecutive days off. It just wasn't enough though. Between all of the eating, and the napping, and the shopping...shew. I just need more time off.
For real though. I'm ready for Christmas break already. Only 15 more work days until that's a reality.

One thing that makes me really happy about Sunday nights is watching Tough Love. I know you all are tired of hearing me talk about it. I just love that stinkin' show. And tonight's episode was so good. So much drama. If I was in the position of the girls on that show and had any of my exes show up, let me just tell you. I would have thrown up. All over the place. Like the wise Steve said, "Your ex is an ex for a reason." I couldn't agree more, Steve. I couldn't agree more. I just don't remain friends with an ex. Some people do, and that's great. Me? No way. That's just how I do it.

Yay for Thanksgiving. Did you all have a great one? I did. I love Thanksgiving because, well, it's all about the food. Turkey is okay, but I can really do without it. I'm a side dish kinda girl. Give me some dressing, mashed potatoes, green beans, mac and cheese, sweet potato crunch...yeah. That's the stuff.

I went Black Friday shopping. By myself. Nobody else was crazy enough to go with me. That's usually the case, so I get brave and go it alone. I was thrilled that many of the sales started at midnight this year. That's my kinda time to go shopping. I'm usually still wide awake at midnight anyway, so I might as well be shopping. I took a picture of where I parked in the mall parking lot.

This was the closest spot that I could find. It wasn't very close. 

The amount of people out was insane. I only bought a few things at Ulta (for myself). I don't necessarily go Black Friday shopping to do serious shopping. I like to go mainly for the people watching. People act so animalistic. They all have crazy eyeballs and act like they are wild animals that live in the Serengeti that are on the hunt for fresh meat. It's quite entertaining. I did go shopping again Black Friday night at an outlet mall. I did some pretty serious damage there. Again, all purchases for myself. I'm a pretty generous giver of gifts to myself.

I finally put up my Christmas tree tonight. I usually have mine up by the first or second week of November. Yes, I'm one of those over-anxious Christmas tree putter-upper girls. This year, well, I've slacked, but it's finally in the house. And it's partially decorated. I had to take a break. Decorating a tree is exhausting. And I'm super anal and OCD about it, so it's extra exhausting. It has to be balanced and the ornaments have to hang just right. I have to step away and study my decorating skills from afar. I feel like tree decorating shouldn't take this long. It takes me a good couple of hours.

My house looks such a fright right now. Dragging out all the Christmas stuff aids in junking things up before they get all pretty and decorated. I feel like my house is starting to resemble a Hoarders home. Clutter is everywhere and I have Mt. Laundry in my bedroom. It's driving me crazy.

In other news, and this is probably the most important news,  I got an interesting piece of mail when I went to my mailbox last night. I check my mail about once a week. Last night on my way out, I decided it was time for my weekly mail checking. It was already dark out, but I could make out a white cloth object mixed in with my mail. I was a little afraid because, like I said, it was dark and I couldn't see it very well. My thoughts were that it was either a shirt or a dead white squirrel. It was neither. It was...a bra. A brassiere. An over the shoulder boulder holder. In my mailbox. Mail was underneath it and mail was on top of it. That let me know that it had been in there for a few days. My postmaster has been looking at a random bra the past few times he's put mail in my mailbox.
I just stood on my street holding this bra and staring at it in disbelief. A million thoughts raced through my head. At first it was slight embarrassment and thoughts of 'who the hecks house did I leave this bra at and who sneakily returned it to me?'. I put my mail and my new (to me) bra in my passenger side seat because I was on my way to meet my friend. When she got in my car, she asked, "Why do you have a bra in your seat?" If only I knew the answer to that.
Here's the real kicker. The dang bra isn't mine. It wasn't until I was talking to her about it that I looked at the tag and I realized it wasn't mine. At all. Not my size. But it's a nice Victoria's Secret bra. The padding is a little misshapen after its week spent in my mailbox, but it's a nice bra and appears to be gently used. So to make things weirder, I have a complete random bra. That has never belonged to me. This bra has baffled me. It's the mystery of all mysteries. I need the Mystery Machine and all the gang to help me solve this one.

I have decided there are four possible scenarios for how the bra ended up in my mailbox:
1. Someone was doing some cleaning, came across a bra and thought it was mine. This person tried to be kind by returning what was rightly mine, or so they thought. They were wrong.

2. This bra was in my driveway or on the sidewalk in front of my house. A neighbor thought, 'Oh my. Sarah is airing her dirty laundry.' Literally. They didn't want me to be embarrassed so they put it in my mailbox.

3. My mail delivery guy has a crush on me and wanted to get me a little somethin', somethin'. At least he thinks my boobs are big. Just kidding, guys. Just kidding.

4. Someone was being a jokester and put a random bra in my mailbox to give my mail delivery guy a thrill for a few days. Real funny, prankster. Messing with mailboxes and putting unauthorized items in them is a federal offense. And plus, if it is a joke, I wouldn't be givin' up my V.S. Very Sexy collection. That's a high price brassiere.

Do you all have any creative scenarios to add?

Here's the bra in all of its padded booby glory.

So, that's what's been new in my life over the past few days. You know. Just the usual, every day stuff. What about you all? Any fun Thanksgiving family dysfunctional mishaps? Any mystery items appear in your mailbox? Do share.

Brain Dump.

Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That's just me sighing.

Not to be cliche and stupid, but it's just been "one of those days". It started out alright enough. I woke up in a fine mood. Stupid tired, but in a fine mood. For whatever reason, I actually decided to put a little bit of effort into getting ready this morning. I wore heels. And I wore my hair down. And it was a gloomy and rainy day. So that's doing a lot.

You know, squirrels are pretty silly animals. On my way to school this morning, I had to stop my car and wait for a squirrel to make up its mind about what he was going to do. He looked like a spaz running back and forth across my side of the road in front of my car. His thought process was, "Other lane or woods? Other lane or woods? Other lane or woods?". Just silly. I started to get a little huffy.

By 10:00 this morning I decided I officially didn't like people today. It didn't help that I kinda had words with someone around that time. Let me clarify that she didn't have many words. No, it was all me. Showering my heated words all over her (as a result of her actions and a continuation of said actions, mind you). I showed myself a little bit. I'm not a hateful bitty and I hate confrontation. It takes a lot to make me mad to the point where I will show it and say something to your face. I have no problem being mad inside my head at all times, but if I verbalize my frustration directly at you, well, then you know I've reached my boiling point. And it's on.

And because that altercation obviously wasn't enough for me, during my lunch break I sent a text to a second recipient of my word attackage. I've been dealing with a frustrating issue for a month now and today it kind of came to a head. I hate that term. Slightly disgusting and inappropriate sounding. Anyway, my reaction was an "Aww hell naw" and an "Oh no she di-n't" type reaction. I'm just done and I want the mess to be resolved. It's ruining my life. Okay, that's way dramatic and it's not ruining my life, but I'm just tired of dealing with it. It's just become ridiculous.

What's funny is that later in the day, one of my friends texted me (she is also unfortunately involved in the above drama. We're obviously both the victims. Obviously.)
Her text was simply: "I hate everybody." I loved her for saying that. Hate was in the air today.

On the plus side, three different people told me I "looked skinny" today. What's funny is that I stepped on the scale this morning (I never weigh myself), and what's even funnier is that I've packed on a good 10 pounds lately. I'm a stress eater and I've definitely been stress eating.
I was grateful for the kind compliments--I definitely needed them today, but it was strictly the outfit I was wearing. It was deceiving on the eyeballs. Black pants and a top that has a belt under the boobs. It's pure trickery, I tell you. It takes away from the junk in the trunk and hips (my problem areas) and draws the eyes up to the waist and boobages. Which, is exactly what you need to be drawing eyes to in an elementary school...

Moving on.

Despite my bad day, I am always thankful that I have a roomful of kids to be around. I have to say that they were a bit off the chain today because they were totally exhibiting "snow behavior", but regardless, they are still fun, and sweet, and they make me smile. I think some kids can just sense when we're having an off day and they're very understanding about it.
One of my little girls (who is very perceptive) came up to me and asked, "Are you sad?" I told her that I wasn't necessarily sad but that I was stressed out. She said, "My Mommy gets stressed out a lot and that makes her yell. Are you going to yell?" I assured her that I was not, even though it would have felt amazing to release a blood-curdling scream. She walked away. She then came back up to me a few minutes later and said, "Maybe you just need to eat a cookie. Then you won't be so stressed out."

Later in the afternoon during our Free Center time, the same little girl was in the Play-doh Center. She made me three Play-doh "cookies" to help with my stress. She used alphabet cookie cutters and cut out a letter S and two M's. She lined them up on my desk: S, M, M and said, "These are your initials." I told her she was close but the middle initial was wrong. She said, "No, it's not. You're Sarah Ms. Marcum." Hilarious. Makes sense.

I went to the grocery to buy a carton of ice cream tonight. It helped. A little. I'm completely eating my feelings lately. I'm on a path of destruction.

I really wish I could say that things are going to look up, but this week is only going to get crazier. And this Procrastinator Extraordinaire has so much homework due by Saturday that it's not even funny. Not funny at all. Like, I can't even think about it or I'm going to cry. I'll have to be touched by an angel to get it all finished. I will pay someone to help me do article reviews. I'm not kidding. If you need to make some extra cash for the holiday season, hit me up.

I shouldn't have stopped doing homework to even write this blog post, but blogging was a form of procrastination, so of course it won. I'm not trying to be all whiny and complainy to get sympathy. I simply needed to vent and Blogger was the solution tonight. Blogging is a free form of therapy. I already feel better.

I don't know why I'm so in love with quotation marks and parentheses usage in this post. Please forgive.

Probably the most pointless post of all time.

Great day today. I was off school for Election Day. I didn't have to set my alarm and that is always a wonderful feeling. I had some lazy time, napped (a couple times), did some organizing, went through my closet and got rid of old clothes--so I accomplished a little bit. Definitely didn't do one bit of the mounds of grad school homework I have. Oops.

I was in the spirit of being free today. In honor of Election Day.

I guess I need to give this post a PG-13 rating due to the language in the above text. If you're 13 and under, please close out your web browser now. Thank you.

I love WrongNumberTexts.com. I spent some quality time on that site today.
Here's a couple more that make me smile.

On to the next thing...

Can we talk about this commercial for a minute? I've got to talk about it. Mainly because I've seen it 5300 times today. It's the Hardee's Cheddar Biscuit commercial. Have you all seen it? If you haven't, I'm providing it for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy.

It's HORRIBLE and annoying, yet I laugh every single time it comes on TV. I hate myself for laughing at it. And I'm not really even laughing because it's funny. I think I laugh because these people are so unfortunate and it makes me feel uncomfortable so I inappropriately laugh. That makes me sound like an ugly, ugly person (not as ugly as them, mind you), but, well...I mean look at that family. Yeesh. Their fashion sense! Their poor appearances! That son! What do we even say about that son? And that mothers horse mouth...
I would feel really bad if one of you left me a comment and was like, "...but this is my family in real life..." I would feel really bad for you.

And the sad thing is that I have fallen into Hardee's advertisement trap. I'm right where they want me. I keep thinking about this commercial and its cheesy creepiness and now I'm sharing it on my blog and talking about it with the masses. Everyone is going to want to go get Cheddar Biscuits. It will be anarchy.

Well. That's all the fun I have for now. Later, friends.

Special Called Business Meeting.

So yesterday's blog post title was "I Set Fire to My Blog". I'm thinking my 'follower' button really is starting to smoke because dang, y'all. I've gained over 30+ followers in the past 24 hours. I am amazed and NEVER thought I'd have over 100 people that would ever want to read my ridiculous random ramblings, but I'm so glad you want to. You all makin' me smile. Welcome aboard this crazy train.

Now, I am going to call a little business meeting regarding commenting/replying to comments.

Let's rewind it back a bit. A couple posts back I mentioned that I can't always comment back to some of my commenters. This doesn't mean that I don't try or want to. Let me clarify what I mean because there may be some confusion. When I receive a comment on this blog, your comment is automatically sent to my personal email address: sarah.marcum@gmail.com. My phone goes 'ding' and I get an email telling me that a lovely person just left me nice words. It makes me happy and I decide to write them back to say thanks or answer a question or whatever the cause may be for reply.

Now this is where is gets a little sticky. Many of you that have commented on my blog lately are "no-reply comment bloggers".  I open up the comment email from you, press reply, write out my response, press send and then what to my wondering eyes should appear--I discover my reply email is being sent to nowhere because you are a...duh, duh, duh..."no-reply comment blogger". This makes me say, "Bollocks!".

Maybe you don't even know you're a "no-reply comment blogger". To help give you a hint, I'll just tell you that out of all the comments I've received on my blog in the past day, the only person that I've been able to reply back to directly is this lady: Lisa G. Pat yourself on the back, Lisa G. You are a reply comment blogger.

Maybe you want to remain a no-reply comment blogger so that I won't bother you with an email reply, but if you want to fix it, here's how. It's easy as 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

1. Go to your Dashboard.
2. Click Edit Profile (beside your pretty little profile picture).
3. Under the Privacy section, check the box that says, "Show my email address".
4. Look down in the Identity section and make sure you've entered in your email address.
*If the box wasn't checked or you didn't have an email address entered--guess what? You're a no-reply comment blogger.
5. Go down to the bottom of the screen and 'Save profile'. Always save that work.

Wham bam, thank you ma'am. We're now in business. I just feel bad when I can't write a commenter back and thank them for their kind words. Hopefully this will help us all out a little.

Conclusion of business meeting. Thank you for your attention. Back to our regularly scheduled programming.

So I'm a little sad because it got dark at 5:00 tonight but that's the price we pay for falling back and getting an extra hour of sleep. I hate that it gets dark so quickly with this time change but I do love how it feels like today has dragged by so slowly. It's been awesome. It just means an extra hour of laziness for me today.

The only thing productive I've done today was to shower and drive myself to the grocery. I bought food, came home and made food, and proceeded to eat all of said food. My belly is full and happy. I also bought myself a treat because I like to buy treats for myself. I bought a MexiCoke to go with my delicious Mexican cuisine. These Cokes are so much more delicious. I'll take sugar over high-fructose corn syrup any day. Plus a glass bottle just makes for a better tasting drink.

Even though I've seen every episode at least three times each already, I've been watching the Tough Love Miami marathon today. The new episode starts in the next few minutes and I'm excited. I'm addicted. Addicted to love. Love that is tough, to be exact.

Usually I have Sunday night depression thinking about the upcoming busy work week, but the good news is that I only have to make it through tomorrow and I'll have another day off. We're off Tuesday for Election Day. Yippee.

Bye for now, lovers.

I Set Fire To My Blog.

Now that I have the attention of all the pyromaniacs out there, I didn't really set fire to my blog. Sorry to disappoint. That would be destructive and sad. I don't intentionally set fires. With me, they just sort of happen. Like when I try to cook something or start a grill and there's an explosion.

Anyway--this post goes out to a teeny tiny teacher I know named Kristin over at A Teeny Tiny Teacher. She likes me so that makes me automatically like her. She's been extra nice to me lately by being a commenter extraordinaire and she just shouted me out on her own blog and has brought crazy amounts of traffic my way. It's only natural that I give her some time in my little blogs spotlight. Thanks, pal among pals.

She also recently passed on a blog award to me:

With this award, I'm supposed to list 7 things about myself. It's no secret that I like to talk about myself. You all know that. I am my favorite subject. The problem is that I've done so many 'about me' and random fact posts that I'm running out of material. Is that possible? Probably not.

1. I'm watching the LSU/Alabama game. Okay, so that's a lie. The game is on as background noise. I'm not watching it. My brother is. However, with it being on, I've decided that I wouldn't mind being an Alabama fan due to the houndstooth factor. Houndstooth is one of my very favorite prints. I have a coat, heels, hair accessories, scarves, cosmetic bags--this list could go on and on and on. I own many, many houndstooth items. It's probably disgusting.

2. I hate cleaning out my refrigerator. This is one of my random facts because it's currently on my mind and on my to-do list. I have a lot of things I need to throw away in there. Some of the stuff has been in the fridge for awhile...and I'm kinda scared. Scared of what I'm going to see and scared of the possible smells that may hit me in the face when I open up certain containers.

3. Writing 'fridge' in the statement up above reminded me of something. I hate when people jack up abbreviations and spell them wrong. There's this lady I work with that always writes 'frig'. It's not a frig. Frig means something not very nice. Does she not know? No. Of course she doesn't. This is a picture I took of a sign that was in our workroom at school. Turkey in the frig? No thank you.

You know what other word I don't like? Bequeathed. It just sounds so nasty. Bequeathed. Ew.

4. I always wear a hair tie around my wrist (as evidenced in the picture below). Just ignore the stupidness of this picture--it's strictly being used as an example of hair tie wearing. I do feel like I need to explain the face I'm making though. This pic was taken back in the summer and I was acting "scared" of the man behind me that was being a creeper. Instead it just appears that I'm eating my finger off. Unfortunate picture.
My friends and I were inside of a local establishment and this man was all up in my business. He was leaning in my personal space and being awkward. We went outside to escape his awkward wrath and he followed and sat right behind me. Yeah. Stupid story. I said to just ignore it.

5. If I could be an animal I would want to be a peacock. They're so majestic and they squawk so loudly. And their feathers make for beautiful feather earring inspirations nowadays. And look at their little feather mohawks on their head. Dang. I sure like you, little guy.

However, I feel like if J.C. had it His way, He'd probably think I was better suited as an emu instead. I mean, she's just so pissed. And look at her head. Constant bad hair days. I feel like this is more of my normal "look", so if I were an animal, I'd probably be an emu. Sigh.

6. If I was Oprah and I had to pick one thing as my "favorite thing", it would be my Sunbeam heated blanket. I plug this thing in and use it every single night while I sit on my couch. If I were rich like Oprah, I would give all of you your very own heated blanket so that you too could experience the joy. "You get a blanket, and you get a blanket! You get a blanket! You get one too!". This is so exciting. We're all going to be so warm and happy. Too bad I'm not Oprah.

7. Hmm. We're now to #7. Our fun is coming to an end, as is my ability to think. I'm going to leave this one open to you. I have recently had a lot of new friends join my blog yard. What do you want to know? Any questions from the audience? Anyone...? Ask away, dear children. No question is too big or off limits. I will pretty much answer anything--I'm honest like Abe.

I'm excited about my extra hour of life I'm getting tonight. What are you doing with your extra hour? I'm definitely not using mine to get ahead on the tons of grad school homework I have. It would just be ridiculous to use it to my advantage.

What Time is It? Random Time.

Posts two days in a row? Dang. What's going on with me?

I had my second round of parent-teacher conferences this evening. My classroom phone rang and it was one of the parents that I had been expecting for a conference but had missed the appointment time. She called to apologize for missing the conference. She then went on to explain why...and she had a really good reason for missing. She "lost track of time" because she was "at Wal-Mart shopping the 50% off Halloween sale". Yes. She went on to explain that she got some really good deals and got the kids costumes for next year for half off. Sigh. This is real life, y'all. I mean, what can I do? I just had to shake my head to it. And then I ran and told 3 other teachers about it for laughs because I knew they'd appreciate it.

I bought this felt Halloween banner at Target a few weeks ago. I thought it would be cute to hang in my classroom and it was being sold for a bargain price of $3.00. I took it out of the package and this is what I saw:

Look closely. Do you see the mistake? I was p-i-s-e-d. Pised.

Have any of you ever had a McRib? I sure haven't and hope that I'm never hungry enough to have to eat one. I always hate the time of the year when "The McRib is back". The commercials just won't quit and it makes me want to barf so hard.
Pigs taste amazing. This I do know. I love pork products, but the McRib? I just find this sandwich suspicious. The meat has fake bones. Pressed meat bones. That's disgusting. Plus ribs do not belong on a toasted bun. It's just not natural.

I love the show Tough Love. I love it so much. I need to find a way to get on that dang show. It's so much better than The Bachelor ever thought of being. Everyone's a winner. Every girl gets to date a guy. Lots of guys. And you get to look at Steve. He's cute and he knows women. Help me, Steve.

Do you all have a facebook purgatory? Facebook purgatory is my friend request holding place. I currently have 21 people in purgatory. Some have been there for a long, long time. A person can end up in my facebook friendship purgatory for a number of reasons: 1. I just don't like you. 2. I don't want you up in my facebook business (this mainly applies to students at my school. I think it's weird to be friends with a 3rd grader). 3. It may be a person that has sent me a request before and I hit 'ignore' at one time. They obviously didn't get the hint because they've tried to hit me up again. I'm too lazy to mess with blocking--so they just sit in friend request limbo land.
This makes me sound like a crappy person since I deliberately ignore these poor people. I deal with things through avoidance. If I avoid it, well, it doesn't exist. Problem solved.

Speaking of friends. Chocolate bars have been my friends tonight. I've made a lot of new friends and they're now hanging out in my belly.

I'm going to admit one of my faults to you all. I suck at emailing. Suck at it. I also suck at phone conversations and listening to voice mails. I'm a fantastic texter though. I'm pretty great at reading emails but I'm horrible when it comes to responding or deleting them. I'm saying this because I've recently acquired some new followers (yay for new friends!) that have left sweet comments. It may take me two weeks, but I usually try to respond to my comments. Almost everyone that has commented lately that is new to my blog doesn't have their email enabled and I can't reply to your comments directly. :( Enable those email addresses, girls. I promise I'm not purposely ignoring you. I don't have a 'blogger follower comment purgatory'. I promise. I really do appreciate and love each comment. They truly make my day and I just want to say thanks. You all are swell.

Happy Almost-Wednesday!