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I hate it when I text a billion people and none of them text me back.

I was feeling sort of woosy in my tummy this morning, so I had a cheeseburger for breakfast.  I'm not sure that was wise.

The very fact that I am 99% done with my Christmas shopping is actually making me nervous.  I feel like I'm forgetting something.

Bella, our beagle, ate a checker yesterday.  I don't know where she snagged it from.  All I heard was this crunch sound and looked down; half a checker gone.

Seriously, just text me back, people.  I'm not asking for a novel, just a simple acknowledgement that you did indeed see the text I sent you.

I hate the weekends when my kids go stay with my ex-husband.  While a small break from child care is sort of nice, I am the kind of mom who only needs about an hour away.  Then I'm good.  The entire weekend is just far too much.  I mean, why do we reward men who walk away from their families with these extravagant weekend visits where they get to be the Awesome Daddy Who Takes The Kids To Burger King and The Park and Lets Them Play the Wii All Night?  He gets glorified as the Good Guy because he pays his child support and takes the children to do fun things twice a month (his weekends).  Really?  'Cause last I checked, he still walked out on us for no reason, and I still have to tell my 4 and 6 year olds that Daddy lives elsewhere now.  That would make him the Bad Guy, I don't care how many BK kids meals he buys.

See?  Now I'm angry.  I gotta go.