Thursday, March 23, 2006


And the Klutz week continues. I made a nice size dent on my car by driving it into something while backing out of, lets just say, a parking space. The dent is big and now whenever I open my door it makes an awful sound, just horrid. My husband, bless his soul, asked if I was okay and reassured me that I would not be dying this weekend. He said the car was already dented in other places by him so he could easily forgive me for being stupid.
Mind you, I am not telling him the truth about where I was when the car was dented, and not telling you either.

Now look at the picture. Tell me should I be worried about my sons obsession with shoes? I mean really! He walks around in high heels better then I do!


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