I think I may like this blogging thing. I can write whatever I am thinking and not really have to bother my friends with emails.
As I was cleaning the house this evening for my mother's upcoming visit, I started to think of all the things I can't do. Not won't do or don't like to do, but CANNOT do. I can't clean up dog poop without gagging. I can't add or subtract in my head, which means I can't make change. I can't purposely leave my doors unlocked and I can't make a cake that doesn't look like I dropped it. I can't make grilled cheese or frozen pizza without burning it and I can't go to sleep without rubbing my feet together like a cricket. I can't say the word breast without pausing. I can't hear the "Big Butt" song without laughing. I can't cut paper in a straight line. I can't wrap presents and I can't read a map. I can't read in the car without throwing up. I can't leave a blister unpopped, a zit unpicked or a hangnail unpulled. I can't quit smoking. I can't walk by a basket of candy without eating some ( I guess that goes for donuts, cookies and cakes). I can't eat cooked carrots without making "that face" and I can't use the Nordic Trak in the guest room without injuring myself. I can't bring myself to shimmey in public. ( maybe that's why Jazzercise didn't work out)
Most of all I can't make it through the day without medication and coffee.
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