at least my husband is hot

This is my life:

Why yes, we are indeed on the side of the freeway. And yes, I most definitely did have to call my clients and tell them I would be a no-show to my visits. Oh and you better bet I had to call my father-in-law and timidly ask him to drive an hour to come save us because NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON STOPPED to ask if we needed any help in the 2 hours we were on the side of the road. Ah, the joys.


I vow to stop and ask what I can do to help even though I know nothing about cars. (all we need was some dang water)

jeenyus

Remember how smart I am with technology? Yeah well, almost exactly 1 year to the date, I finally figured out how to freaking let yous folks follow this here blog. Now, now, please settle your applause.

I seriously feel so dumb right now. Or maybe really smart.

Anyway, follow me! We'll have so much fun!

Califunia

March Misery

Of all my faults and bad habits, I must say, I dodged the soda addiction that many here in Utah suffer with.... Diet Coke seems to the Mormon booze in these parts.... Then, freshman year happened.

Enter The Marketplace. Add on top of that, a really cute boy who just so happened to be in a committed relationship with Coca-Cola. (I wish you could see what his shirt says in the picture... It's Coca-Cola in Arabic. I tell you-- he is obsessed.)

My life was officially ruined.

That is how this:

Turned into this:





Therefore, in the Walton home, we've started the 31-days-till-we're-so-cranky-we-end-up-divorcing Challenge. In other words, a whole month without even a lick of soda. Doesn't that sound delightful?

Please, join us for this exciting event. I can promise it won't be fun, and I can't promise that it will be worth it. But hey, what else do you have to do this cold, ugly March?