STUFF ABOUT NOTHING

Can I just say one more time how much I hate laundry?  Of course I can.  I haven't even said it since the seventh laundry dirtier arrived on the scene.  And while I'm complaining. . .I haven't had a pure, complaining post in a while; I know you miss them. . .I LOVE the warm weather, but I DON'T love the abundance of laundry that it produces.  My kids have inherited my intolerance of being just a little too hot or a little too cold, so they have to change from turtle neck to t-shirt to tank top, as the day progresses.  And since they're outside for most of the day, EVERYTHING they wear gets dirty.  It's a far cry from the days in my pregnancy when I'd let Buddy wear the same outfit day and night (usually sweat pants) until it got dirty.  Anyway, just thought y'all should know that I'm drowning in laundry:  My apologies to Alicia, I mean Moesha, who's hearing this complaint for the second time.  Go and say hi to her, by the way.  She's a xanga newbie, who used to go to my church down here in Bulldog country.

Since I can't remember what else was on the complaint agenda for the day, let me gush for a moment about the movie Papa Bear and I watched a couple nights ago:  Elizabethtown.  I REALLY liked it. 

. . .Will say more about that later.  I'm nursing the baby. . .tired of typing one handed.