Alrighty, second attempt since I already wrote a novel only to have it get lost in cyberspace. I really don't like it when that happens, how can you rewrite ramblings? They're kind of a one time occurrence. I know I was questioning why only one of my children will dance at me, one just doesn't like to and the others just look at me like "poor, crazy woman". I personally am not a dancer of the public sort, which is really too bad when you think about it. I hear good money can be made…hmmm…..nah. Just give me a child and kitchen I guess. I'm gonna have to accept and live with the fact that Jake is my only jiving child. Life is so unfair. Same thing with hats, I always wanted to have kids so I could put funny hats on them, again with the "poor, crazy lady" looks.
I bought these shoes called FitFlops, supposed to make my legs long and lean. I'll take the lean part but I really don't want to be taller. I bought them because they were so blasted comfy but I'll take leanness as a side effect. Ok, I lied…..both boys just danced with hats on. Go figure.
Man, kids are thought deleters, can't think anymore so I guess I'm done. Bye.