anonymous comments are not my friends.

i just wanted to take this time [this time where i am so incredibly exhausted i cannot even manage to open my clean laundry and pull out my pj pants... and when my toothbrush seems too far away to even comprehend, waiting patiently for me on my dresser...] to acknowledge my commentors on this blog.

specifically, ryan and meghan, who both made me laugh out loud today.

people who leave comments make me smile. hooray for reading about my random life and letting me know, slash just making me laugh. always a fabulous thing.

as for you anonymous commentors... you're dumb. we're probably not good enough friends if you can't even include your name with your mini post, so why even leave something? there's a way i can prohibit anonominity [is that a word? if so, is that how you spell it? whatever, you got me?], but i opt out, hoping that people will just grow balls on their own, without me being a mom and censoring it.

and all you loyal readers, you know you love me enough to read this over and over again, or at least look at the pretty pink format... so don't be shy. :) riiight. just kidding, i love you just for caring about my life sort of.

[side note: i think the weekends make me more tired than the week days. what is that about? maybe it's because i miss out on all my lovely naps. ugh. unacceptable. i feel sort of as though i didn't stop moving this weekend. i need a weekend for the weekend. alas. school tomorrow and i am DAMNED excited about it (the capital letters in 'damned' show the sarcasm attached to that sentence...)... i hope you are doing well. take a nap, they're good for the soul.]

all done. off i go.

someone tuck me in.

123 go.