I have a couple of questions. I don't think you can answer them, but I'm still gonna ask them.
Why do I hate clothes shopping?
Why do I have to hold things out T H I S far to read them?
Why don't my kids listen the first time when asked in a normal voice instead of the 5th time in a, ahem, louder voice?
Why does my husband love and adore ME?
Why am I the only person who doesn't give two hoots what Oprah thinks, does or says?
Why does everyone like those vampire books? I'm still not convinced they are the best EVER.
Why does my laundry procreate the day after all of it is washed, folded and put away?
Why didn't I think of Webkinz?
Why do I pay $155 plus tip every six weeks to get my hair restored to it's natural color?
Why do my kids think they are royalty and that servants are going to show any minute now to do their chores that they daily exclaim are "boring." Duh, it is boring. Do you think I like doing them?
Why can't I seem to make a decision on the new flooring for my second floor?
Why did Jen have to die on Dawson's Creek?
Why did Dawson's Creek have to end?
Why is my brother's wife, aka my sister-in-law, number two on my Mom's speed dial only after her home phone, and I wasn't even listed on the first screen?
Why are gas prices so high?
Why are we really surprised that people are foreclosing on homes at a record pace when aggressive lenders used gimmicky financing for people purchasing homes they couldn't really afford, and now we the taxpayers have to bail them out? Burns. Me. Up.
Why did I schedule my son's 6 year well visit the day after his birthday? Did I mention he has to get a shot? And I haven't told him yet? And today is his birthday.
Why can't we find Osama Bin Laden?
Why do I love and loathe coffee? Love the smell, Loathe the taste.
Why did I go up a size and a half in shoes after I had my kids?
Why am I writing this?
Why are you reading this?
Why don't I trust people?
Why am I so naive?
Why doesn't my sister read my blog, but her husband does?
Why did my political "go to" guy, Tim Russert have to die? Who am I going to listen to now, the unctuous and and annoying, Ann Curry? Who, by the way, according to the Washington Post will have a prominent role in the election coverage and is on the short list to replace Katie Couric Wha? If Katie couldn't get it done, Ann certainly can't get it done.
Why am I addicted to diet coke with a fresh lemon wedge?
Why don't all the people that stop by blogs actually comment?
Why do I blog?
Why do I always feel like an outsider looking in anywhere I go including my own family?
Why does anyone give two licks about Paris Hilton? Did anyone really believe her jailhouse transformation? Vapid. Phony. No talent.
Why did I just use up my blog space typing the name Paris Hilton?
Why did the little boy at the library grab a book out of my son's hand while his mother watched?
Why did I have to use my passive agressive voice with said little boy letting him know that my son was looking at the book and it wasn't very nice of him to grab it hoping his MOTHER would get a clue?
Why are people so stinkin rude sometimes? Like all the people at Target on the weekend. A time that I usually avoid having to run errands because everyone IS so rude. Give me 9 a.m. on a school day to shop anytime. Bliss.
Why did Brett Favre retire only to un-retire a few short months later?
Why is there so much poverty?
Why do athletes make so much money? I get it. I get it. It's business. But still. They could collectively make a dent in poverty just in the US if they weren't so busy building $700,000 swimming pools, and aquariums and indulging in other such extravagances in their back yard like one such NBA player that plays for our home town team.
Why do people cuss? Ugh, I hate bad words. So many more intelligent ways to express yourself than the four letter kind.
Why are Dads more likely to let their kids under 12 sit in the front seat?
Why do some parents let their kids sit in cars unbuckled, flip and flopping all around the back seat?
Why are girls so catty?
Why are boys so sweaty?
Why didn't I listen to my internal "Phony, phony, she's a phony" alert?
Why do we love girl scout cookies?
Why do I want a girl scout cookie and a potato chip right now?
Why do we have all kinds of technology that are supposed to make jobs easier, but the American work day gets longer and longer?
Why am I dreading the start of school now, and it's still five weeks away?
Why I do sometimes get wistful for my kids to be small again?
Why does time seem like it's flying by?
Why didn't Jim ask Pam to marry him?
Why did someone leave pooh on the floor of the bathroom at the pool last week? And not tell anyone?
Why do I always feel the need to shower when I return home from a trip to Walmart?
Care to add anything?
And because today is in fact my son's birthday, I am turning off the computer to give him my undivided attention. I am so behind on reading your blogs. But I will catch up with you tomorrow. I promose. After cake.