Want! Want! WANT!!

All of the above items are from forever21.com. I want them all. I like forever 21 because if they only last a season they are cheap enough to not really matter. Unlike my new Marc Jacobs top and some other designer labels hanging in my closet that hubby does not know about (wink, wink). I have most of the above items in my shopping cart...shhh! All I have to do is clickity, click, click and lovely packages will arrive at my door!

OW!

Sunglasses: Kohls
Dress: Dillards
Bag: XII on EBAY
Shoes: ABS on EBAY

As you may remember reading a few posts ago I run every night, correction (did) run every night. Last week I twisted my ankle and today I have a horrible pain in my thigh. Of course this is made worse by wearing heels. Anyway to cut a long story short I called the nurse at BCBS, one of these things where they advise you. Fat lot of help she was. Scared me half to death by saying I may have a blood clot, and that I may need to call 911.

I am not paying for a ride in an ambulance (there are better places to spend my money!), I'll get hubby to drive me. (I have to arrive in something cute, an ambulance is not cute although some of the EMTs are). Anyway I have an appointment with my Dr tomorrow morning, he's a no nonsense kind of guy and we get on well. I am of course going to wear my usual killer heels and if tells me that I have to wear flats for a while then I will become one batshit crazy lady who will have to be sedated with horse tranquilizer shot into my neck through a blow dart, and even then that may not be enough to sedate me. Hell hath no fury like a woman parted from her heels (aka me).

I am currently walking around muttering OW, OW, OW!! don't cry, don't cry, the pain really is THAT bad, not so bad that I want to wear flats though. Some retail therapy may be in order after an appointment that is sure to turn me into little miss pissy pants.

The Sun newspaper

Pffft. I am from the UK and the saying is "British Press best in the World." According to said newspaper "The Sun" Michael Jackson is alive and in Mexico. So to all you go MJ fans, he didn't die he is lying by a swimming pool in Casa De Bull Shit.

Meet our children

This is Isabelle. She's 4 years old and is a little Chunky. Currently on a diet she hates both me and my husband. She's not very bright (think Scrat from Ice Age). When you walk up to her she falls over just like the goats that freeze and fall over when they are surprised. Her nicknames include Izzie, Baby, Princess, Baby Girl, Chunky One and Fattie :( (husband not me) and Beautiful Girl. She is also very vocal and will coo and meow when you talk to her. Her mommy loves her...Yes I do.

This is Chunkee Munkee he is our 7 year old and big brother to Isabelle. He is athletic, smart and loves my husband more than anything in the world. his nicknames include Munkee, Chunkster, Baby Boy, Da Munkee. The marks on his nose are freckles, he has them inside his mouth too. I once tried to scrub them off, thinking it was dirt...not so much.

Personal and work issues

Top: Gap

Pants: Gap

Necklace: Walmart

Shoes: BCBG

I know I have been out of the loop for almost two weeks but I have had some issues. I finally received all the parts I need for my a/c in my car. It's booked in for Wednesday, and will cost $350.00 to fix. This includes taxes and labor. It bloody well better. I could have bought a really nice top or two for the money this is costing me. I have to admit though I will enjoy not having to drive around with melting make up and sweat between my boobies TMI I know. The downside is I will miss driving my husband's gorgeous Audi TT convertible. I don't care that he wants it back! Call me an attention whore, I don't care. No I really don't! I am pretty spoilt though as I drove I VW GTI, quite a peppy little car I will admit, and they are few and far between just like husband's car.

Is it wrong that I am also sitting here shovelling m&m's into my mouth? I don't care about that either. Yes I am wearing my bitchy pants! On another note my boss was bitten yesterday not once, but four, FOUR! times by a brown recluse...nooooooo! Noooo It's almost payday!! I want to whine and pound my fists and generally behave like a brat.