Because I know the response I’d get and I don’t want the argument or already realize the flip side to what I’m thinking. So I won’t go there. At least, not anywhere but here:
It’s so cold. We have a winter storm advisory going on with “record low temperatures” being tossed about. But while it’s cold for here and I’ll stay wrapped up in a blanket today, should I happen to actually say this one, someone somewhere with a ton of snow will simply post a pic of their ten feet of snow and they’ll win this round.
I wish 50 Shades would go away. I did in fact read the first book. It was so bad, that’s the book that made me discover that it was possible to return a Kindle book for a refund. If I analyze the relationship(not the sex, I don’t even want to go there), I think it’s pretty twisted and not something I’d want young adults to think was romantic. But it’s also not my particular brand of soapbox. Though it seems like(according to the bazillion different opinions I’ve read on it) everyone has an opinion about it.
I miss old school blogging. This one will just get me reminders that we have to roll with the changes and adapt. And I have. But sometimes I miss the days when we were all commenting like crazy and the way we found new blogs was because of other blogger’s recommendations or from a linky, instead of from a pin or a viral facebook post.
Valentine’s Day was lame. Not that we ever do much to celebrate, but having my husband gone because he was visiting a family member having a serious surgery really sucked all around. He wasn’t here, the surgery was scary and put awful thoughts in my head. I hated that he was gone(he should have been gone, not here with me during that time, but I can still hate that he was gone). I missed him. Yet, the surgery went well and my boys and I made a fun night of it, so I know mine doesn’t look so lame in comparison to some others.
I’m so glad that’s not me. I found out that a friend from playgroup days who has a child my oldest’s age and another in between my two youngest is pregnant with her third. My gut reaction was that omg, I’m so glad that’s not me, I couldn’t have another. She’s happy and I’m happy for her. And oh, how I love to hold babies. I’ve just reached that point where I’m really and truly done having babies and can’t even imagine going back to that stage. Don’t worry, I didn’t say any variant of this anywhere near my friend or any of her friends.
Do you have something you’d put on a list of things you shouldn’t say right now?