I wanna write something here. I really, really do. But I can't. I really, really can't. Not until I finish coordinating New Beginnings for my young women, and shopping for prom dresses with my daughter, and fixing dinner for my almost favorite Hawaii people who are in town, and preparing the whole famdamily for an impending trip to Las Vegas so I can prove that what happens in Vegas, doesn't have to stay in Vegas. Especially during soccer tournaments.
Mostly I can't write anything here until I complete this one particular project I'm working on that actually pays $$$. I don't know why my hub thinks that's so much more important than me expressing myself artistically in an off-beat, quirky, nonsensical manner here in my diary, but he does, so that's that.
Instead of saying something funny today, I'm going to show you something funny. Two things funny, actually--both piped to me by some peeps here in my Sponge Bob ward.
This funny was piped to me after I wrote this post about how hard it is to be a gol darn mom. If a picture is worth a thousand words then a YouTube video of The Mom Song, set to the William Tell Overture, is worth 2,000 words.
Trust me, it is:
Don't even get me started!
But now that I've started, one of my cutie patootie Mia Maids sent me a gold mine of signs from the universe this morning. She didn't even know that I speak sign language.
Now that you're laughing out loud, I'll hit you with a deep philosophical question. Probably one of the deepest, most philosophical questions ever pondered by man:
Should I get a dog?
Should I have children?
P.S. If you can't see the signs, then you're a dummy.
I didn't mean this to be a dummy test, btw, but apparently the Universe is being finicky today. If you really want the signs, I'll have to email them to you.