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Dear Medicine...

While I appreciate your ability to keep me less crazy, I do not appreciate that you have a warning label on the side of you that says I shouldn't drink while taking you. You have the ability to keep me less crazy, yet you make me feel as if I've downed 10 shots after only consuming one drink. After two drinks? Definitely feel as if I've downed 20 shots. You can imagine what drinks 3-4 felt like.

It's always fun when you have to face your parents and grandmother while being completely hung over like a 21 year old. I tried to blame you, dear meds, but they weren't buying it. Even though it really was true.

It's even more fun when you have to delay your 9 hour drive to the following day because you just can't seem to function.

Oops.

Confession...

I can't even believe I'm admitting to this, but I feel like I can't keep a lie and I totally want to make fun of myself (and the show...).

Okay, here goes... I've been watching "Paris Hilton: My New BFF"

Anyone out there addicted to reality t.v.? Especially television that doesn't make you think and is totally addicting, even though you want to make fun of it the whole time.

Hubby makes fun of me. But, he's the reason I got hooked! We were channel surfing one night and he jokingly said, "Paris Hilton! My New BFF! We have to watch it!" (In a totally joking voice that made him sound like a girl) We did. And now I'm hooked. I may or may not have watched all the previous episodes online.

Now? I have to keep watching to find out who wins. It's kind of like "A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila". We were addicted to that over the summer. Lame, I know.

Dog Breath...

The dog? She licked up the garlic powder I spilled all over the floor.

Her breath? Disgusting. Even Zoey can't stand smelling her.

This gives new meaning to the term 'dog breath'!

Brown is the New Black?

If you know me in real life, you probably know that I have a sick obsession with anything black. I wear it pretty much everyday. To the point that even my father (who doesn't often notice what anyone is wearing) comments that I wear a whole lotta black.

Well.. I have a new love. I guess two new loves, actually...

brown and green

I cannot get enough green in my life right now and I'm slowly falling head over heels in love with anything brown. Especially clothing.

Anyone else out there change their trademark color overnight?

Public Service Announcement...

If you have a child with ADHD, it's not in their best interest to buy them light up shoes. Seriously.

I'm sure you can imagine what that looked like.

This was my inner dialogue: Please, stomp your feet and watch those lights. Do it while I'm teaching so I can get really annoyed with you and then make you go shoeless for the day. I don't care if your socks are going to get dirty. I only care that you are a) listening to me and b) not attempting to throw your shoes in someone else's face because you think they want to see your lights close up.

Seriously people, ADHD kids and shoes with lights? Not cool. Not cool at all.

Bathroom Humor...

Serious bathroom humor. Literally, it's about the bathroom.

Okay, so little guy comes up to me and whispers in my ear, "I have to go p-o-o-p!" (and he spelled it like that, too!).

Me: Um.. okay, you can go to the bathroom.
Little Guy (LG): I can't.
Me: Why not?
LG: It's not like a home toilet.
Me: Well.. what do you think we should do? I can't have any accidents in my room and I can tell you really have to go.
LG: I have to go home.
Me: Not an option. How about a more private bathroom? Like in the nurse's office.
LG: Okay.

We walk down there.. there happens to be a cricket in the bathroom. I suggest he kill it. He wants to save it. I didn't want an accident, so we saved it.

While he's in the bathroom he begins talking to me. Not thinking, I replied. Then I realize, "Seriously? You're holding a convo. with a child taking a crap. What is wrong with you?" I had to get out of there. I ran. Up to my room. And died laughing.

Seriously, I'm losing my mind.