Occasionally I get email from you guys and you want to know stuff about me. And if it’s not anything too weird or personal, I’ll usually oblige and answer back, but I’m pretty well convinced that everything you ever really needed to know about me can be found in the comments I leave around the blogosphere…
My comments on road rage and preggo face:
I’m so with ya. I’m usually a reasonably calm person but bad, stupid drivers PISS ME OFF.
While I try to be chill as I usually have kids in the car, my inner road rager yearns to be free and tends to find her way out via expletives, typically mangled in a feeble attempt to not swear in front of the kids.
Nice glasses and cute hair. Wish I had a face for short hair. I learned the hard way, during a pregnant “I must have a haircut frenzy” that I do not have such a face
My comments on my badass minivan:
Found on Wendy Boucher’s Blog
Dude…I’m conflicted over my momvan, too. But a Prius would never work for me. My car is like a purse on wheels.
My comments on toilet sitting:
Found on A Mommy Story
I have a circular logic thing going…it’s like this:
If everyone thinks that the seat is dirty so they’re not going to sit on it, then it’s probably actually pretty clean, right?
But what if everyone else over-thinks it the same way I do and they all assume that it’s clean and they all sit on it?
Then it’s not so clean.
I could go on and on but I think you get the picture…
I’m a seat wiper and layer down of TP or I use a seat cover thingy. I hate hovering over the toilet.
And according to the Target staff here, the seats are wet because the toilets spray water when they are flushed. Uh yeah…nasty TOILET WATER.
My comments on the joys of coffee:
Found here: A Crack’n Life
Dude..if not for coffee, I’d be lucky to go once a week.
See? Now you know that I cuss a lot when I drive, that I’m frequently constipated, that half my earthly possessions reside in the momvan, that I think about toilets way too much and that I need a 12 step program to stop using the word “dude.”