Friday, July 03, 2009

Intervention Needed

Things I should be doing:

1. taking a shower.

2. brushing my teeth.

3. cleaning my house.

4. buying groceries.

5. playing with my kids.

6. folding laundry.

7. exercising.

8. plucking my eyebrows.

9. making cherry pie filling.

10. making the beds.

What I am doing: Wasting time surfing the net and writing an extraneous and boring blog post. What the hell is wrong with me?
Posted by Jennie at 11:22 AM
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5 comments:

David Dust said...

I should be doing all of the above also. ESPECIALLY plucking my eyebrows... :)

XOXOXOXOXOXO

12:52 PM
Miss Ginger Grant said...

Face it honey, you're addicted!

2:15 PM
Andrea said...

Is there a support groups for this? Hopefully online somewhere.

6:30 PM
JackieMacD said...

Yeah, that's NEVER happened to me -- EVER. Not today (70 times), yesterday (54), or the day before that (too many to count.)

When you waste your time, we get to read cool stuff. So don't stop!

9:06 PM
D... said...

Same thing that's wrong with me. I really need a motivational kick in my rear.

11:49 AM

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