Seriously. Sometimes I have nothing really to say.
Blew another tire on the Pilot today. That's 3 tires (2 on the Pilot, one on the Sonata) in about 3 months. I could junk punch someone for that.
Been uuber tired lately. (No, Leslie, I'm not pregnant) I hate being tired. I'm a less than great everything when I'm tired. Wife, mom, instructor, human. I need to figure out what that's about but I'm resisting the urge to google it lest I desire finding out 400 ways I'm going to die by Halloween.
That's it, I'm a real hoot of a good time.
I'm no writer, I assure you. Just a woman with a few things on her mind. A mom that makes mistakes, a wife that loves her husband more than words can say and a woman constantly seeing God in the everyday.
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