Got Milk?

I told Stranger I wasn’t going to blog tonight. I was going to bed. I was headed that way but then I started picking up and I ended up following the trail of clutter back to the computer so here I am and it's going to be a quickie.

I was talking to someone the other day about her daughter trying to decide what to study in college. She’s as clueless as I was back then. I never wanted to work. I wanted to be a Mommy when I grew up. Back then you couldn’t go around saying things like that or you would be shunned. Of course I said it anyway. I don’t mind humiliating myself in public. That's why I make the perfect blogger.

Why do you have to decide when you’re 18 what you want to do for the rest of your life? It’s just not possible unless you want to be miserable forever! I think I’m going to tell my kids to pick something they want to do for about 12 years that will make a decent amount of money. Then in the future when they are older and figure out what they want out of life they can pursue a new path.

Now that I’m all grown up I have two things I want to do when I’m done being a full time butt wiper. I want to own a reception center (to make money) and I want to design organized houses (to have fun). I’m sick of men, who don’t know anything about how a household runs, designing and building houses. Does anyone have a house they need designed? Let me at it!

And can I just say…

You know you’re old when you put ice cubes in your milk, just like your mother did and it drives your kids crazy just like it drove you crazy.