when the Mrs. extends stupid challenges.
I am very much NOT a Warrior.
I want regular pedicures.
I have more than I imagined.
I wish the ants in my kitchen would leave.
I hate anyone who makes my children sad.
I fear I really may not be attending an Oprah Show.
I hear you but I am probably not listening. Sorry... I get that from my Dad.
I search for very little. I am surprisingly, very comfortable with what I have and what I know.
I wonder if Kit's 'Full On and Fearless' personality, really will be the death of me.
I regret next to nothing. MOST all of my bad decisions have led to my good choices.
I love these four people to the point, it is completely indescribable.
I ache over the day, I am no longer Tink's 'faborite'.
I always am continually amazed by The Kid's forgiving and wanting Heart.
I usually am ignorantly renewed by each day.
I am not (repeat) a Warrior.
I dance with maybe less abandon than I should.
I sing only in the presence of children.
I never argue with a drunk. (words to live by!)
I sometimes lack a filter.
I cry very, very rarely.
I lose more sleep to thinking, than I should.
I am grateful I took a deep breath and jumped, rather than sitting comfortable on the familiar ledge.
I need more sleep, than I get.
I should pretend, to give this running thing a solid effort. But I am sure, I won't.
Ok ladies, I did this. Blah.