For the last hour I've been so proud of myself. I was a Modern Woman. I was bloggin' it up on the internet and cookin' it up in the kitchen. I was keepin' track of what happened two seasons ago on "Friends" (I love reruns) and yappin' along to my friend on IM. I was abusing the use of the ' key. I had it all under control.
Until I found the little post-it note I was using to remind myself of stuff I needed to post about mixed in with the mashed potatoes.
I've always been told someday I'll have to eat my words. I just didn't expect them to be so fluffy.