Well, I am constipated this week because I don't have a photo dump unless you wanna see a picture of my kid with drool down his cheek.
Instead, I thought I would say that my week was just a barrel of ticks and fleas. I had an argument with the men at my office on whether people in the south really say tornado or tornader. Ugh! I flexed out. I understand you hoss grinders think that southerners have two teeth and drink from a jug, and when I say white it has six syllables, but I am not so uneducated that I say effing tornader. Seriously, its almost like the I can say what I want to about my moma but don't you talk about my moma mentality.
Other than searching for the perfect nachos recipe on Pinterest, nothing exciting but my Hot Tamale guest and this little beauty happened. I got a sweet comment that I was nominated for an award. I love those dang things. It makes me feel like someone does really like me.
Thank you to Jessica over at Girl on Film for the shout out. I know your supposed to nominate others but I can't do it. I think all bloggers are fantaboo in their own right and this includes you Jessica. Insert blowing kisses motion, muah, muah!
I hope everyone has a great weekend. I am feeling feisty so I will probably do a few dozen cartwheels and put on the tightest sweat pants I have with some over the knee hooker boots and walk into the most upscale boutique and do the stripper shake.