"Not me!" Monday

Here I go again...It's Monday and I'm being brutally honest, and living to tell about it. Of course, everything I tell you here DID NOT happen, no matter what anyone tries to tell you. What did you NOT do this week? While you're thinking about it, head on over to MckMama and see what she and others did not do this week.

First of all, last week being my birthday week, I did not go out to eat 5 different times in the course of 6 days. I would not have reason enough to go out to eat that many times. I would also not be so blessed to have so many loved ones to eat with on those 5 occasions or to have paid for only half of those meals.

Wednesday morning, while getting breakfast ready at 8:00 am, Bryce and I did NOT see a possom standing on our patio, right outside our backdoor. I did not get completely grossed out at the mere sight of the thing, and did not almost lose my appetite when Bryce said, "I can see a bunch in our neighbors' yard. He must be trying to get to his friends." I would not be that grossed out by a possom army...

On Wednesday afternoon I did not pick up a video game that Bryce had on hold at the mall. I am not married to a man who likes video games. Nope, not me. I am definitely not married to a man who likes video games that come with a free ninja Street Fighter headband. And if I was, I would NOT make him wear the headband the first time he played the game, simply for my own entertainment. And I definitely wouldn't do that while my mom was here visiting.

While we're on the subject of mom visiting, the two of us certainly would not schedule pedicures for Friday afternoon that cost more than they were worth. Since we did leave the salon with beautiful toes, we were NOT slightly unimpressed with the quality of the pedicure.

And speaking of said pedicure, the woman doing my mom's toes definitely did NOT mistake my mom and I for sisters. While the woman had every right to give my mom such a kind (and much deserved) compliment, she wouldn't, because I am obviously in my late twenties and no one would make that incorrect assumption. I did not waver between feeling happy/proud that I have such a young, hip mom and the chance of looking as good as she does one day, and the feeling that I should be concerned and take action with some magical anti-aging potions right away. I did not become a little more concerned when I remembered something similar that did not also happen with my dad a few months ago. While he was in line with Trevin and I at the airport, dropping us off to fly home, a kind lady behind us did NOT say "someone knows who his daddy is," when Trevin smiled at him. My dad did not have to explain to her that he was, in fact, Trevin's grandpa, a fact that the lady was NOT completely surprised by. Maybe the fact of the matter is that it's not me that looks old enough to be my mom's sister or my dad's wife, but that they look young enough.
Finally, I was not almost driven to tears just now as I attempted for the fifth time to post to my blog without formatting issues. I have not spent Trevin's entire naptime working on this silly thing and am not so frustrated I could kick something!