Do you know what I hate? Those letters that you have to type in for validation to prove you're not spam. I know, I know. I have those letters on my site, but seriously. Sometimes they're so squinchy that you can't tell what they are. I promise I'm not spam! A necessary evil.
Do know what I hate? What Brittany Murphy has done to her lips. Look!
She used to be so cute. She used to have the #1 lips that people requested when they went to have a little something "done." Now? Well, now it looks like she got her lips caught in a drain.
Do you know what I love? I love when viruses only last 24 hours. By the time I got home today Bubba was his usual chipper self. I'm completely convinced though that he had been saving up every thought that entered his head while he was feeling poorly and as soon as he began to recover the words started pouring out. The.child.has.not.stopped.talking.
A funny exchange he and I had: He asked me a question I didn't know the answer to. I said "I couldn't tell you, Bubba"
"Come on," he cajoled. "You can tell me."
Do you know what I hate? Being stared at by creepy old men. On Sunday in Savannah, we made our daily pilgrimage to the shrine of the Starbuck where we enjoyed our caffeinated beverages and a tasty pastry. I kind of felt an old man staring at me but then I started reading the paper and forgot all about him.
Do you know what I love? A husband who gets rid of creepy old staring men. "You're being stared at." Mr. Daddy announced loudly. Huh? "I'm trying to embarrass him to make him stop staring at my wife" he said, this time even louder. I didn't look to see if the old man was still staring. But yay for Mr. Daddy!
Do you know what I hate? Packing to move. Or to be more precise, sorting to pack to move. Ugh.
But do you know what I love? Finding a poem in a box in the attic that my sixth grade boyfriend wrote to me. It is a breaking up poem, to be precise. And now I'm going to share it with you. (Please note that I am copying this EXACTLY as it was written).
I am so sorry I am drying up by the sun. But now I can not have so much fun. I love you and only you cause that's very true, I wish we could get married but that wouldn't work out because we have a lot of doubts. I don't want to see you again because we can't be a friend. Tell everyone I said I love you all and I said Hey, but always remember that I am not Gay. I may grow up and be the American President or I might teach baby's how to eat a mint. But for now I am just an ordinary fellow, Bye and tell every- one hello.