I know, it's supposed to be thirteen - I'm just too lazy.
Three Things I just don't get.
- Wearing a crisp clean white shirt, as a mom. If I had my choice, my closet would be much like Smurfette's, a closet full of white shirts. As a mom, I have a closet full of mangy white stained shirts. And yet I like to wear them. I just don't get it.
- Cars that have hoods that open from the front window. Why? Frankly, I don't work on cars but it looks highly inconvenient. I just don't get it.
- Why my kids can't sleep in. Even when they're up until 11:30 watching fireworks, they wake up at their normal morning wake time: 7:00AM. I can count on one hand the times they've slept past 8AM. I just don't get it.
Bonus: (This is for all of you shaking your head at me for not coming up with thirteen)
4. Thursday Thirteen. Thirteen?, come on people. Three ryhmes too, ya know. I just don't get it.