Here's a few updates before I tell a story:
1. I had unprotected sex and made a fetus! Yay!
2. Yeah, that's really it. I've gained 14 lbs? Is that an update?
I have to tell you about a fight I got in with a girl on Facebook. I try REALLY hard not to fight on Facebook, or in real life, but my personality is one big paradox. I have all these strong and stubborn opinions, but I don't like to fight or argue...or really...make anyone feel like they're wrong. I just want everyone to know they're wrong when they're wrong, or I want them to stop being detectable to any of my senses.
Here was her status:
I MAY have taken this a little personally. And since I care WAY too much about what people think, I immediately felt the need to tell this hater, she was WRONG.
This was one of her follow up comments.
Then I opened my mouth:
We were in the car, laughing about my being demanding about something, when Mat asks me if he can have his testicles back out of my purse. I giggled and forgot about. About 10 minutes later as we are getting out of the car, Ellis asks Mat, "Did you find them, Daddy"?
"Find what, honey?"
Good luck getting to laugh your ass off for an hour because your cat said the word testicles with perfect diction.