I Blame My Mother!

Alright, pop quiz - how many of you answered "Hey, me too!" to my title? Okay, how many answered - "well duh!"? Wait, that was strange, I'm pretty sure I didn't punctuate that last phrase as a question properly. I'm not sure how to punctuate it though since it was an exclaimed statement posed as a question. Consider me officially baffled.

What I was going to say is that after my last blog my mom asked me where do I come up with these things? Like how the last blog entry I was talking about the Freightliner version of the Pushmi Pullyu. She also said that she agrees with deanna's comment about my brain being odd. Which of course she followed up with "and you just go on and on and on and on and on." I don't know if I was just insulted because the crazy never ends with me or if it was a compliment that I can come up with creative stories on a regular basis. I'm choosing to believe it was a compliment but that could just be the crazy taking charge again. If it wasn't a compliment all I have to say is...Like Mother Like Daughter!!!!

As I'm sitting here amongst Jordan's food hoard of a string cheese wrapper with mushed up french fry on it, a cup of water that the cat keeps trying to drink, a container with 2 day old uneaten chocolate cake frosting, an empty McDonald's bag with the empty french fry container next to it and a half eaten giant sized dark chocolate bar; I just re-read this entry and I've decided that it would be really cool if I could record my voice reading it and then you read along so you get my voice inflections and what-not. Although I'm not completely certain what what-not is or is not.

Best Jordan quote EVER - "You're weird so I'm going back under my blanket!"