Overheard during a Thundery Afternoon

Number One Son: (walking to his room) I'm going to play with my Nintendo.
Me: OK.
NOS: Oh, Mom, I was talking to the small ones.

(I'm assuming he meant his sister & brother)


Number One Son: Knock Knock.
Queenie: Who's there?
Number One Son: Um...
The Flying Monkey & Queenie: Um who?
NOS: No, I'm still thinking.
TFM: Five. Days. Later.

(Who says four year olds can't grasp sarcasm?)

MIA

My Tax Dollars at Work

I walked in the door of my neighborhood post office to mail a letter at 1:20 pm. I had one letter, I just needed a stamp. My children were playing at their grandma's house, so I thought I was having a party getting go anywhere alone. Even if it was the post office. In other words, I was not in a hurry, if I had known the line was so long or had my children, I probably would've gone to the grocery store to get a stamp and driven up to the mailbox. (there are no stamp machines in our neighborhood post office anymore - go figure)

There was one woman behind the counter. There are four windows. At 1:52 pm I was walking out of the post office to my car.

That extra 1 cent for postage was obviously not intended for hiring an extra person to work the post office windows. Wow.

So, I'm a Blogger

It seems like just yesterday that I started this blogging thing. And I'll be honest with you, I started because I was trying to make some money. I wish I could figure out how people do this and make money!

But now that I've started - it's been 9 months now - I have discovered I really like it! And I'll be honest with you again, it's a total release for me. An outlet, a way to let off steam.

Very few people in my life know of my Bossy identity. Of course there's DH, but other than that, a handful of people know that I have this fabulous blog right here! Some of my favorite readers know my mere mortal name, like Jim, Skittle & Mrs. MandyPoo, but they know that if they tell anyone, I would have to kill them. So now, Twin Sister, Air Force Wife and Blondie are in on the secret. Well, since an entire post was about them, I felt I had to tell them!

Don't think I'm going to go let everyone know my secret identity though. I like my outlet. I like being able to vent and type away until I feel better.

And thank you, gentle readers, for making me feel comfortable in doing just that.