Fantasy couches and baby pee- friday confessional

confession....

this couch

is now on the top of my "if I won a million dollars I'd buy this first" list.

It beat out my long term plan to buy a rabbit poop ice machine and soda fountain for my house. (that statement is TRULY SAYING SOMETHING, you have no idea, the rabbit poop ice machine has been my #1 plan for years now. )

Confession-

I saw these couches and ottoman on the Real Housewives of New York season 3 finale special (rehash and bitch fest). did you see this episode?? it was a re-run getting ready for the new season.

I instantly fell hard and fast for the hot pink splendor.

and the quest to find them online began.

I was saddened to not find a price listed for them (call for pricing) *SIGH*

i mean, i can't fantasize owning them if i don't have a price for them. i'm tempted to call.

Confession-

the hubs mocked my love for them. He believes they are hideous but I don't frankly care.

If i won a million dollars the man would have to sit and read on these beauties and yet, let's be real,

if i owned fantasy couches no one would be allowed to sit on them except me, while i laid around all day eating bon bons.

it's a fantasy right? these couches would never be spit up on either. or jumped on by my unruly children.

Confession-

i'm wearing dry baby pee on my jeans.

I rationalize it like this.... it's dry, not visible like poop and not smelly like spit up.

Win win.

plus by the time I'd showered and dressed for the day I couldn't be bothered to change into pants that hadn't been peed on right after I got dressed.

Confession-

I was lucky to have showered.

Confession-

last week when I walked into a movie theater I made the statement, "it smells like baby poop in here." Baby poop stinks like buttered popcorn sometimes.

Confession-

chocolate eggs are breakfast food.

They are on my lunch menu too.

Confession-

I believe in quarantining my family.

This week 4 of us had the pukes.(me and 3 kids) I kept everyone home from school.

We stay home from church if more than a couple people are sick too.

I figure Ya never know who will be next to fall ill or Who is contagious.

Confession-

the baby just let a huge one rip (farted/possible poop). it was remarked on by the hubs. Peyton( #1) said was that the baby or you? (At the hubs)

Hope( #5) chimed in, "actually the puppy on Patriot's butt burped."

and as un classy as we all are, we laughed.

confession- i went to the loft to edit this post (it has been months since I've stepped more than a foot into the loft much less sat at my computer.)

it started me screaming like Mrs. Hannigan!

these people are PIGS! FILTHY PIGS! cups, wrappers, bowls. seriously?

GET THIS CRAP CLEANED UP OR YOU LOSE Privileges!

oh wait, i mean "THIS DUMP better shine like the top of the Chrysler building!

my little pig droppings !"

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