Here's the deal, I'm trying to make a button and do the Twitter thing. And I've never cussed so much in my entire life. Well, aside from when the bird sacrificed itself on my windshield, when I almost forgot Alex in the car, when I dropped the shelf on my foot. Shit, I have cussed this much before.
But that's not the point.
I can't figure it out.
And I'm all pissy, pissed off.
Sure, I could ask Alex, but that would defeat the point of my trying to do it on my own. See, I want everything to be all matchy-matchy (yes my pillows coordinate with my armchairs and draperies) and perfect before I put it out there and it's not working.
The picture size is too big and the image won't upload. I can't find the right background and my sea star isn't the way I like it. And now have to add that bird thing to my sidebar. And I have no fucking idea what even goes on at Twitter. It scares me.
What happens if I do go on Twitter and I only have like 9 friends and I'm following 15,904 people??? I'll feel like a total loser, thank you Brian for the heads up, not the loser part! I mean, I'll be more of a loser than I already am. I can't handle that right now.
I'm over committed.
I still have three very young kids to raise, a house to clean and three different meals to make, three times a day, every day. All the therapies to run to, Speech homework and regular homework for the oldest two. And now I'm meeting with insurance adjustors, roofers, gutter, deck and painter people. I totally forgot Easter was this Sunday and now I have to get lamb cakes made, go to the
|See, these things are a pain in the ass to make.|
So here's what I propose to do:
- Do blog posting on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Anything else is a special gift from me to you.
- Run around and visit all my bloggy friends when I can because seriously, I love you guys.
- Do the Twitter thing, but you have to help me and not make fun of me. Promise???
- Try and make a Godammed Button.
- Stop cussing.
- Erase number five. Well, at least until one through four are completed.
I hope everyone has a decent Easter. One with no meltdowns. One with rainbows and kittens and cotton candy. With lots of ham, deviled eggs and lamb cake. And a different meal for the kid who won't touch the ham. A different one for the kid who doesn't want their food groups touching each other. And one for the kid who only wants to eat Oscar Meyer turkey hot dogs, 98% fat free, and only cooked on the stove boiled in hot water for exactly 7 minutes with the red stuff on the side, never on the bun.
Wait, that's my Easter! Have a good one everybody!!!