No Kids, No Life, Just a Wife

I am a list maker extraordinaire, but rarely do I finish what I put on the lists. If you rifled through my purse you'd find reams of paper with little scribbles on them of things I need to do, want to do and should do. Usually I get what I need to do done, but not always. Most of the time they go to that great Pursey Grave in the bottom never to be seen or heard again without revision or a second glance. Then I wander around wondering "What I need to do that was so important??" Which of course doesn't hit me until I'm floating in that happy land between wakefulness and sleep and I think "I need to remember that for tomorrow", which I never do. I'm a little scattered. I would rather be clicking happily along on

THIS IS WHAT I'M LEFT WITH. WHY IS AUTO SAVE SO SPECIAL IF I CAN'T GO BACK TO PREVIOUS SAVE POINTS AFTER IT EATS MY WHOLE POST. HATE.

Key points that were here before Blogger decided to SUCK.

• Groped by a teensy tiny Eye-talian guy under the guise of 'Alterations' for my Bridesmaids dress.
• He also told me I needed bigger boobs. He rocks.
• Bought more stuff from ebay to make my skin porcelain smooth. Thanks Kait for rocking the Mary Kay.
• I can no longer make hyerlinks. Every time I do it eats my post.

THE END.

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And WHERE did my comments thingie go??