I make poor choices

Today has been relatively unpleasant.  As I sat in my chair, glaring at the wall and brooding, Landon ran inside the house and said to me, "Mom!  I turned on the hose so I could water your flowers, and now I can't turn it off..!"

Being very sick, I am wearing a relatively ridiculous outfit comprised of Kevin's sweatpants, an old fleece pullover, and some fuzzy socks.  I ran outside, clomping around in Kevin's shoes, frantically maneuvering my way through giant puddles and spiderwebs in order to reach the hose.

In other news, I thoroughly HATE September, as it is spider month.  Spiders everywhere!  They gallop freely through the house, having shuffled in through the drains, under doorways, through open windows.. 
The presumptuous way they make webs in corners of rooms, without having received an invitation to do so, drives me batty.  It is rude.  They are creepy.  September is also "begin-denying-that-it-is-no-longer-summer" month.  You can find me, bikini-clad, freezing cold at the beach with an alcoholic beverage while it's pouring down rain, shouting, "Everything is fine!!  F&%$ Autumn!"

Actually, this is me:

Yesterday, I made an INSANE amount of fall themed baby food for Nora.  (Why did I have to specify that it was for Nora?  What other baby do I own?)
My favorite; roasted apple and steamed sweet potato with essence of chamomile.  You're welcome, Nora.  It tastes sublime. Also, it will put you to sleep!  See what I did there?  I'm actually very selfish and just want you to take long naps.




Also, I want all of you to make blogs of your own so I can leave lengthy comments of questionable content.  Get on it.  This is your assignment. 

This Saturday: Dancing!  I can't dance at all.  In fact, I am an embarrassment to humans everywhere.  People shun me, immediately after seeing how clumsy and oafish I am.  The worst part?  I don't care.  So sorry.  So many apologies will be issued on Sunday morning.