Thoughts Du Jour

I've had some interesting thoughts lately. Some I've had forever but have never voiced them because, well, they're weird. And people will look at me funny. And talk behind my back..."What does that even mean?? She's weird." Yeah. And you need to hear my interesting thoughts to know that I'm weird, right? Huh.

• Every child in Indianapolis wears size 18 months pajamas. Girls and boys. Yes, I've thought about buying my baby girl boy's pajamas simply because I can't find her size in girl's pajamas. Even the pajamas that cost a million dollars don't have size 18 months. So EVERY child wears that size, not just the middle-class babies like mine. :)
• Overcooked/reheated chicken often tastes like turkey. Has anyone else noticed this? Is it just my janky microwave that does this? If so, I may need to think of getting a new one.
• Is it bad that I have used a squeaky dog toy and the fetch technique on my kid to get her away from something that she'll potentially throw a fit over if I remove her from it? She likes to play with the fan in our bedroom...I'll take a squeaky toy, squeak it, and then throw it out of our bedroom. She goes to get it and I shut the bedroom door. If I picked her up from the fan and took her out of the bedroom, she'd want to kill me.
• In driver's education there should be an entire week's worth of lessons on how to merge. I love the new method of merging...zoom past a car that is only 5 feet away from the car in front of it, cut off said car almost crashing into both cars and then SLAM on the brakes to avoid hitting car in front of said car while simultaneously causing said car to almost slam into the rear of you. It's just ridiculous. And dangerous. And ballsy...but in the bad way.

That's all for today. I'm hungry and I'm tired from the weekend even though it was relaxing...and I miss my kid. I always miss her most on Mondays. And there's yet ANOTHER reason for Mondays to suck.

Happy Sucky Monday, everyone. It's almost half over...