RTT: Who's listening to you?

If Keely were an alcohol, she'd be like fine wine because her RTT's just get better every week.
If Keely were cheese, she'd be an Extra Aged Gouda...only getting better as the years go on.
If Keely were a...ahh, frig, I dunno...don't you get the point already? She fracking rocks & so does her RTT. So head on over, read what she's spewing this week, do your own & link up!

Last night while laying in bed, I started thinking about being pregnant. I'm one of those weirdos who likes being pregnant. I started thinking that maybe I don't want to wait 4-5yrs until we have a 3rd. And then Claire reminded me all. day. long. why we're waiting until they are both in school. At one point she looked at me & gave me the toddler version of "blah blah blah." I. Came. Unglued.

Anyone else with one of each...does it seem like your boy is more sensitive? Roo should win an award for his dramatics.

The downside to attending the 4th in a small town? I had not one, not two, but SEVEN fireworks thrown at my car while I was driving. All by the same redneck fam chilling on their golf cart. In their front yard. In a town with no golf course.

While at the pool the other day, I had the following chain of thoughts: "When did little kids start getting so fat? I mean seriously. That 6yo weighs almost as much as I do!" "Whaaaaaat? When did teenagers start wearing such skimpy bikinis? I mean, sure, I wore one when I still had a body, but no way I'd go out in public like that." "Am I seriously thinking these things? Lord, I'm turning into my grandma."

Ever notice that waiting rooms, no matter what type of place they're in, never have clocks in them?

The funky lump on my finger? A Ganglion cyst. Yeah. It just sounds nasty, so I have no desire to ask Dr. Google what it looks like. And apparently it's so big that my doctor doesn't feel comfortable removing it himself, so I'm off to see a hand doc in a few weeks. Last week I said it had doubled in size since I found it? It's doubled in size again. If it keeps growing like this, I'm not going to be able to bend my finger any more.

So Cranky Neighbor (not to be confused with Crazy Neighbor) is a royal B & has done her best to make me feel unwelcome since we moved in. Today? I realized that she had her baby monitor on the same frequency as ours. And hers was constantly drowning mine out. I heard some pretty ugly stuff on there. And my heart got all big & puffy when I saw the look on her face after telling her she may want to change her frequency. Yes, Nagzilla, I heard the things you screamed at your kids today. And no, I won't be sending my kids to the school you teach at.

Now. You. Yes, you! Go random it up.