Jonesing for little paper umbrellas.

It's nearly 15 after and I haven't started dinner yet. My sister is coming over to visit tomorrow and the apartment is a complete pigsty. R lost my houses/mailbox keys about a week ago and I still haven't found them. I'm fearing they somehow ended up in the trash or the recycling and I'm PRAYING that is not the case. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

I need a vacation. A nice long vacation where all I do is sleep and lay in the sun (after applying sunscreen!) all day. Either that or an uninterrupted, quiet, 2 hour shopping spree at Barnes and Noble. Ahhh... We all have dreams!

I shalt not stink.

My decision to post right now is purely based on the fact that my daughter (my freshly bathed daughter) got into my perfume. M is re-bathing her and my apartment, 30 minutes after the incident, STILL reeks of Mariah flipping Carey. It's the only perfume I own. I almost never wear perfume. It now appears that I will not be wearing perfume anytime in the near future anyway as it will probably only end up reminding M of R once again doing something she wasn't supposed to be doing. That and I don't have the 70-something dollars to get a new perfume. Such is life and my head is throbbing. How much alcohol is used in those perfumes again?

Anyhow, I cannot even begin to describe how exhausted I am right now. I'm about ready to call in Supernanny (JoJo in the house!) because R has just been running me into the ground over the past month. Now, thanks to her new favorite movie "Finding Nemo", she has taken up telling me she "hates me". I tell her that is not good. I tell her it is not trendy. It will never be trendy. Yes, even if Nemo said it. If you say that again, you are going to time-out. If you say that again, you are going to your room. You are going to lose your scooter for the rest of the day. You will go to bed early.

Thanks for giving my daugher and I yet another reason to argue out of the 1000 reasons that already exist, Disney! :)