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Woooo... I am pooped. Maybe I'm just freakin lazy but after a trip to the big box warehouse store of choice, picking up the older two, no naps for the younger two, dinner, and all the tantrums in between... I. Am. Exhausted.  Perhaps if I had started earlier, but it is a well known fact that I move at the speed of snail in the morning. I should have known it was gonna be a rough day when one of the trash bags that I was hauling over to my 'Durang-don't' to take to the dump... busted and the contents spewed all over the sidewalk. This trash-taking-the-dump thing would normally be Sgt. Dad's duty. This was decided long ago. However, he's not here. And since we live out in the middle of BFE... there's no trash pick up. So there I was cleaning up week old stinky diapers covered in... ick... while the twins stood next to me and said... 'Clean it up Mommy, Cleeeeaannn ITT! It smells STINKY  Mommy!' Seriously you all? You made that shit. I cleaned that shit. It's shit. It stinks. And now I have to clean it up again. And there were.... bugs. That's all I'm saying. I wanted to vomit.

Onward and upward though. After dropping the unsavories in the nearest dumpster... 3 miles away...  we headed to the warehouse store mostly for diapers, and fruit snacks. Mini-man is addicted to gummy fruit snacks. Addicted. No Joke. This was a 20 plus minute drive. Did mention the road construction? And the asshats that can't seem to comprehend the whole sort of jersey wall/ pylon thing going on because of the construction. I wanted to roll down the window and be like hey asshat! I have a lane, you have a lane, you don't have your lane and half of mine fucktard. Did I mention that as I was pulling out of my driveway some old guy on a yellow moped drove past me? I guess I didn't. He yelled something at me. It was creepy. And also funny. Mostly funny. Did I also mention that every dang time we get in the truck the twins have to find freakin rocks in the driveway to take with them. WTF is that? Annoying. Seriously. Do you have any clue how much gravel is rolling around in my truck??

The parking lot of the warehouse store was quite entertaining. I think the seniors citizens must have gotten their checks today. I saw one woman... and I kid you not... I actually said out loud to myself... OMG... it's Carrot Top's mother! (Old Carrot Top- Not creepy steroid Carrot Top.)------> That shit is Scary...
I then realized my window was open. HA! Dang though, someone should tell that poor old woman that hair should just not be that shade of orange. Oh oh... and there was the old dude with a Santa Beard. Baby-Lady quickly piped up and exclaimed.. LOOK Mommy- It's Santa Cwaws! She did that. No lie. The trip was, for the most part, uneventful, minus the old folks. I did end up with cake. Delicious cake. Oh my. It was so tasty. Like I need cake. Soooo tasty. Oh, and 3 bottles of wine. Which the girl at the check-out rang up, put in my cart, and looked at me with raised eyebrows. Bite me. I'm not a drunk. Well, not in the light of day anyway. I may need to adjust my coping skills, but whatev. Not like I'm going to drink them all at once. That should last me at least like 5 days.... maybe.

Oh, and a random thought. I think I have cradle-cap. WTH?! Not dandruff. My x had dandruff... til he shaved his balding head. I know what it looks like. What the what? I wash my hair. WTH is this scaling orange scabby crap on my scalp? According to some random website reading it can be brought on by hormonal changes and some kind of fungus. I'm sure your day is complete knowing this. Hey, at least it's not head lice... Was down that road with the older two twice last year... both times after visiting their cousins with their dad. Not saying anything. Just sayin'.

Also, I would like to apologize... this blog has no point. I just hadn't written for a while and the word diarrhea had to get out. Thanks for stopping by and sharing my crazy with me... Cheers!