I always knew I was full of something...

I'm a wordie. I like words. Inherently, this means I like what words mean and I am one of those people who thinks looking things up in the dictionary is fun. Yes, fun...my life is a riot.

heather eigler --

[adjective]: Full of bees

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Thanks to Field Notes for posting this fun thingy.

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Psycho Mom? It sure looks that way!

The other day I grabbed little H and off we went to the drug store. See, she threw her toothbrush down behind her dresser which we also use as a change table. The thing is huge, so it's a pain to move it. I'm sure there is a little toothbrush graveyard back there because we've lost more than one to 'the crack'.

We manage to purchase a new toothbrush and a few other items (don't really remember what now, could have been some chocolate in there) and I am juggling a 20 lb, squirmy 15 month old, my purse and our bag of stuff as we make our way across the parking lot. It's sunny out. Like, REALLY sunny out so I swing my spare pinky finger into my purse in hopes of snagging my sunglasses. Success! I slap those babies on my face and away we go towards the car.

I notice something isn't right with my sunglasses...everything looks kinda like I was wearing a pair of 3D glasses...the depth perception was off. Have to buy a new pair I guess.

We cross the massive parking lot and just as I think my arms are going to break off we make it. I load the stuff in, strap little H into her carseat and jump into the driver's seat.

Start the car, buckle up, mirror check. Hugh? Mirror Check. What the??!!

Yeah, that doesn't look crazy at all. Bet nobody was looking at me thinking 'that poor baby.'

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