What a kickass day. The upped dosage of my Wellbutrin kicked in and I was feeling happy and motivated to get my behind to the gym. I also finally figured out how to load up my Walmart MP3 player with cheesy pop and managed to add a good 15 minutes to my (ahem) 20 minute treadmill workout by jamming to songs like Avril Lavigne's Girlfriend. Plus the sun was shining and I found time to use my Little Green Machine on the couch with Bissell's Lavender scented soap so the house smells awesome and the half gallon of milk son accidentally spilled on the cushions has been sucked out!
Today, son got to go outside and rock his little skateboard. He also rocked the boarder 'tude since he wouldn't smile for any pictures. Still cute as hella though! But you know that cause you've seen my baby daddy.
Daughter was actually delighted to wear her first pair of sunglasses today. Too. Damn. Cute.
Daughter was born with a stubborn mullet. As a lover of all things White Trash this phased me not one bit. We just keep trimming the bottom in hopes that the rest will catch up and then stick as many barrettes as we can to the top of her head. Though Grandma is convinced we bring her to Super Cuts and request "the most boyish cut possible". Grandma also masterminded the Crystal Gale hairstyle I wore till the fifth grade and therefore lost any hair authority early on.