Kuhn-fesh-uhns of One Middle-Age Momma

I don't always come to a "complete" stop at all stop signs. 


I get anxious checking out at the grocery store.


I have a favorite grocery cashier and I seek him out when I shop. Not a crush, he is an older man - gentle and friendly.


I love reading magazines, and I do tear out pages with recipes I like.


Coupons make me giddy.


I sometimes create a shorter version of a story as I read it to O before bedtime, may even skip a page or two. I'm typically exhausted by then, and I'm glad she can't read yet.


Sometimes spot cleaning the tile floor with a Clorox wipe is good enough for me.


I love doing laundry, hate putting it away.


As I look around our house  . . . apparently I don't like putting a lot of things completely "away", I create bits of clutter.


Poor spoken grammar B.U.G.S. me.


I can never spell 'cinnamen/cinnoman/cinemin', or 'recieve' on my own!


I sing in the car.


I wish our dog was a cat some a lot of times.


I hit snooze at least 2 times every morning.


My a** is killing me. How does one have muscle issues in there anywhere? I do not do "freaky things" I promise. I barely exercise either. Perhaps that's it.


I am envious of pregnant women these days.


I feel better about myself when I am skinny. Who am I kidding . . . I have never "felt" skinny, don't think people who have always struggled with their weight ever "feel" otherwise.


My place of quiet is lovely (in my mind). An Adirondack chair, an amazing beach and a somewhat cloudy day with me, myself and I.


I ate a deep fried Snickers at the State Fair a few years ago. I still think about it once and a while. Yum.


I have 3 email accounts. One (my personal), has over 500 unread emails, another (for couponing) has over 1,000 and the other (for work) has almost 100. I keep up on the important ones.


I use quotey fingers at least once a day, sometimes 2 or 3.