I smell like baby vomit, and its fabulous. Kinda. Those of you who are “done” with the baby thing know what its like to be able to visit and play with babies, knowing that you really don’t have to do it forever. My BFF has twin girls, so there’s a bit of nostalgia there, as well. Babies. Yummy.

But, I’m done, and I intend to stay that way. I’m still battling between wanting to be near my friends here, and the realization that this is still not where I want my kids to go to school. They’re not cut out for this life, and I’m probably not, either… hence my need to flee Arkansas at the first chance handed to me.

Anyhoo. Its Monday, right? (Right?) It must be, so its time for a weekend in review.

Um, well, martinis taste the same here. Southern women, or maybe its just my friends here, are some of the strongest people I know.

I’m blogging on my phone and I can’t post the SOTW, so sing along with me…

A-goo-goo-goo
A-gaa-gaa-gaa
Is all I have to say to you.

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