I would never start my Monday off by sleeping in till 10 am. When T was a baby everyone use to say sleep when he sleeps. So who cares if he is 6 ...that still counts right?!

I wouldn't admit that I've been using body wash as my shaving cream for the past week. For some crazy reason I can't remember shaving cream at the store to save my life. Not that I haven't been to Target everyday either.

I checked the mail this week to find a red light ticket eagerly awaiting me. I thought to myself the moment I saw it "Oh my Matt is going to kill me!" See a few weeks ago Matt was lecturing my driving. I didn't come to a complete stop when turning right on red. He told me I would be getting a ticket in the mail! I told him I hardly ever come to a complete stop before turning right on red. And I would certainly not be getting a ticket for that. So when I saw that envelope I was sick. Before I opened it...I would never say a hopeful little prayer that it would be Matt's ticket. No not me. I would never wish that for my darling husband! When I opened it up to my surprise it was Matt's truck. I would certainly not squeal with joy that I hadn't been caught!

For the record I would never get a pedicure right before T's Mother's Day picnic. Then proceed to wear those tacky little slippers they give you. The chance of messing up my toes would just be too great!