Things that I don't care about
Pippa. So she is Kate Middleton's sister. She's pretty. She looked hot in her white dress at the royal wedding. This is why she is gracing the covers of all of celebrity magazines? I don't get it. I don't want to.
My three year is generally dressed in some form of pajamas or completely nude. Forget about the closet full of hand knit sweaters and Gymboree, he ain't going for it, and I don't have the energy to fight about it. Moving on.
My house will never look like a home out of Good Housekeeping. Okay, I sort of care about this, but I am trying really hard not too. Our home is in a perpetual state of disaster, and adding a new baby is not going to improve the situation. Time to let it go.
I'll never be a famous blogger, an SVP, an athlete or an award-winning anything. So be it.
Diet soda is bad for me. Maybe it will contribute to my demise, but it's still healthier than crack.
I can't cook particularly well. I'd rather know how to pick out a good bottle of wine than how to prepare a roast. That's just me.
I don't own matching under-garments. Nice idea, but so unpractical.
That I don't really know what gluten is.
My family drinks 2% milk. Fat shmat, skim is for the birds.
I'm sitting here looking totally ghetto, with my pants falling down, my shirt riding up and my belly hanging out. Hot!!