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Pot Roast and Mashed Potatoes

My life is boring.  My rolls are rising and I'm about to brush egg whites over them.  I'm also going to go outside and pick beans and squash for dinner.  I might even see if we have carrots to eat.  And of course I'll make sure to kick the dog in passing.

It's true.  Eventually we all turn into our parents in some form.  Much cooler, though.  Oh, and I guess we probably leave certain aspects of our parents behind like my mother's OCD.  Wait.  Nope.  I brought that one along for the ride then handed the crown to my daughter.  Wish I would have brought my mother's patience of Job.

But I am old, boring, and so serious.  But I bought a cute skirt on Macy's this week so at least I'm stylin'. 

Now you're just jealous, aren't you.

Comments

  1. You? Old? Boring? Serious?

    Pshaw!

    You are the epitome of awesomeness. All the "cool" moms would tell you that, but they're afraid to approach you...you're THAT hot.

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  2. you are the hippest mom I know! Your life sounds grand to me! :)

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  3. You kick animals. I think that at least qualifies you as midly interesting.

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  4. Not only do I get a flutter of excitement when I see you have a new blog post ready to read but I get all excited to read the witty comments your readers leave too. You are cool and witty, sarcastic and sharp. Reading you takes me out of my boring normality and makes me feel sane! I hope that a little of your witty charm rubs off on me. And the comments....! Don't get me started on the comments. If all the women who comment on your blog could be put in a room together it would be dangerously funny!
    Keep writing...!

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  5. I like Gina. I leave comments. lol

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  6. I am jealous.

    That you have beans and squash in your garden ...

    How sad is that?

    I am that EXciting, BAby!!

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  7. Sometimes life is boring. It just makes the exciting times that much more exciting!

    And I think anyone with a garden is exciting!

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