The stories below are most definitely fictional and would NOT be anything that really happened in our house this past week!
I did not decide that Elek is not getting anymore vaccinations.
I did not drive 20+ miles on Saturday in the snow to the Carter's Outlet because I don't love me some Carter's baby clothes.
I most certainly did not buy the kids matching Christmas pajamas. Nor did I let them wear the pajamas at the same time. That would just be lame.
I am not the slightest bit amused by my feisty, opinionated daughter, who talks constantly, and lets her feelings be known. Not at all.
I did not watch Cops and laugh hysterically when the dog bite a guy trapped in a Mexican restaurant. I did not repeatedly say "I love this show".
And the piece de resistance, I certainly did not sneak in on Michael kissing Ian good night and PANTS him. Sweat pants all the way to the floor. I did not roll on the floor laughing, snorting and cackling... ( yes, I am that immature!) I did not pay for it at 5am with the "cold-hands" treatment while I was still snug in my bed and Michael was off to work. And I will not continue to be paying for it all week. Nope. No siree. Not Me.
I love not doing stuff.