You were all, "hey fat ass, I thought you were blogging again?" And I was like, "that's mean. I'm just lazy. Not fat." And you were like, "dude, stop being so sensitive." And I was like, "whatever." And you were like "um, write more nonsense about your life." And I was all, "I will. Try."
None of this happened. Unless you said this behind my back and then "IT IS ON." In a non violent and definitely NOT confrontational kind of way.
Today I took my kids to the park because the weather is amazing. It's the nice weather when it isn't rainy and humid and not 5 million degrees. Also, Meyer is in the zone of being a miserable baby right now. What is up with that? So outdoors it is.
SO we get to the park to see that there is clearly a play group going on. Cool. Way to make mommy friends, ladies. Let us play in harmony next to you. And then I begin to overhear their very dramatic very intense food discussions. What snacks they give. What eggs they buy. Where they buy them. How they buy them. Are they delivered? ETCETCETC.
I have "the leader" come approach me and ask if I am part of their natural mom's group because she didn't know everyone on the list. Nope, just a mom. Then, of course, I have Meyer strapped to me because hello... second baby and the next question is, "OH, so are you a part of the baby wearing moms group?" Ummm... no? I should have then confessed that though I occasionally buy my eggs at the farmers market, when we make it there, that I do more often these days, buy them at the store. Because that's what I have time for. And, I buy gummy snacks. And give them processed gluten and I don't make them go paleo. I basically raise them for demise.
Anyway, that's that. I just wanted to take them to the park. AND, should you attempt to pick me up at the park... talk more about your wine consumption.