Just F*%$in' Shoot Me

This is a collection of teeny tiny items that were not enough to make a post from, but needed to be out there in Da Internets.

Item 1: What sort of deranged, desperate, sleep-deprived idiot gives her kids pots and wooden spoons, showing them how to use them as drums??? I am officially too stupid to live.

Item 2: I am a potato whore. I will do unspeakable things for a stuffed baked potato. And now, Arby's (Otherwise known as the Temple of Lard-Ass) has these things called Loaded Potato Bites. It's basically stuffed baked potato filling, fried into triangular cakes and served with a sour cream ranch sauce. I could literally eat these until I throw up. They are that good.

Item 3: I am guilt motivated. Today is the day when Tuesday moms are supposed to come in and help pack up the preschool. I wasn't going to go, because I didn't want to and my folks couldn't watch the kids. Then I found out that no one else was going. No one. Andrea had a good point when she said, "I helped unpack, so I've done my deal." She's right. I didn't help unpack, so Mr. Clairol is taking the day off and I will go help. Even though I suspect that Teacher Janet would rather do it herself than answer a million questions. I know I would.

Item 4: The Beast had a dig party in my herb bed. I am serving Great Dane Au Gratin for dinner tonight. Damned Dog.

That's it for now. Have a bitchin' Tuesday.