Stop referring to myself as “mommy.”
Stop being co-dependant with my three-year-old accident-prone dog by hiding her “mistakes” from my husband.
Stop searching for reasons to go to Target.
Stop getting food from the drive-through and calling it having a “picnic in the car.”
Stop checking my blog stats counter.
Stop looking for my old friend, Louise Madison, on-line. Face it, she was cute and perky, she most likely got married and changed her last name.
Stop saying, “I’ll be right there,” when I know perfectly well I won’t be right there.
Stop spending hours watching 80’s videos on YouTube.
Stop wishing there really was a place called “Lazytown” and longing to go there (especially if Sportacus is there).
Stop regreting ever wearing overalls-pregnant or not.
Stop defending Bob Dylan’s talent; either you love him or you don’t.
Stop writing long stupid lists.
i LOVE dylan and tried for a long time to find my old friend bonnie kieffer. to the point of stalking some poor woman in the midwest who had the same name and looked just like her…i know that sad feeling 🙁
I knew you would like Dylan, first Joni, then Tori, now Dylan…sorry about Bonnie.
Suz