Now that I have your attention...(sadly though I found this to be true yesterday in the blistering sun for 8 hours at an auction but I won't go into that, oh wait, I already did.)
Today is MONDAY!!! I love mondays, all except for the kids going back to school, that sucks.
Mondays I do laundry. I LOVE LAUNDRY. I know I will get little support in this area from others but this is one of my many duties as a stay-at-home lady that I groove on. My favorite is hanging my clothes out to dry, which I can't do now because the Matriarch does not have a clothesline. But don't cry for me, I will carry on (dweep, dweep)(that's the sound of my tears if ya couldn't tell.) Speaking of laundry, I am so mad at the Diva, last week, I had to do laundry at her house 'cause the Matriarch's washer was broken, (which is probably because of all the laundry I do, watch out sis your's is next) and I ran out of time so I left a load in the washer and ask if she could bring them into town when she came in and I would dry them. Well she took it a step farther, she forgot to bring them so the next day she brought them dried and folded. She really went above and beyond I was so appreciative. She brought them in a sack so when it came time for the auction yesterday I just grabbed a t-shirt out of the sack, (heaven forbid I put my laundry away) and went on my merry way. . . does anyone know what happens when you wear a soured shirt on a hot sweaty day? I smelled like BUTT all day long, we were far from home so there was no changing. Needless to say, there were a lot of people yesterday that have learned not to stand too close to the Tator. Just had to harass ya sis!
My niece Kady asked me if I would write about strawberries soooo. . . Strawbabies are alecious! (translation: Strawberries are delicious) This message has been brought to you by Kady Hoover and the NSSA (the National Stawberry Society of America) reminding you that strawberries are not only delicious they will stain your face too!
Well as you know I am blogging at the Divas because my husband (the muscle monkey) won't let me get the internet. But cute little babies mom had a great idea this morning. If I take online classes, I'll have to get the internet and can blog to my hearts content. YIPPEE! Now I just have to take enough classes to go to school the rest of my life 'cause I sure once I get my degree he would cut me off again. I think I'll just play Oklahoma's new lottery and win so I can pay for the internet myself, oh wait it hasn't started yet, well. . . it's back to the indian casinos for me. haha
Actually every month I get a thirty dollar allowance to spend on whatever I want, so far I have spent it on the occasional diet coke at Sonic and the Indian casinos but maybe I could just get the internet, thirty dollars should cover it right? Well I must go and be laundry queen of Oklahoma. Thank you to everyone that commented, You love me, you really love me!
Tator Out!
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IN MY DEFENSE I noticed the load had soured and ran it again with ammonia which I THOUGHT had taken care of the problem. Obviously not huh. Sorry you smelled like ass all day long. That had to suck for ya.
Welcome to blogging. I enjoy reading the Diva's blog because she's so funny in a Roseanne Barr sort of way, and different than most of the boring people in my life who are probably really Redneck's they just don't want to admit it. Myself included. Do you know that I actually had my child buy pork rinds for me once because (gasp) someone might see me buy them? Welcome to the madness.
My laundry has been souring a lot here lately too, what's up with that!?
Sucks to smell like ass...
Sucks to be an ass...
Oh, hell, now I can't stop saying suck or ass.
Love reading ya'lls blogs!
A helpfull hint is to put brown bottle lysol in the load and rerun it -- takes out the sour.
Bluejinx
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