It was not me who spent about 45 minutes in the grocery store and upon returning to my Suburban found that a door had been left open. It was not me who left the door open and forgot to close it. 45 minutes people! Oh well. It was not me who totally felt like a huge dork.
It was not me who pulled a muscle in my neck Sunday morning while I was still sleeping. It was not me who still had some serious meds left over from my c-section. And it was certainly not me who took some of these meds so I could turn my head more than an inch in either direction without wincing in pain. It was not me who begged my neighbor to use their hot tub. And I was not sad when they weren't home.
It was not me who ran away from the kids when I was on the phone and they were screaming.
It was not me who made those yummy cake pops and then didn't wash the dishes. Nope, not me. I always wash my dishes right away.
And it is not me who has news to share but is keeping it until another post. I would never keep you guessing like that.
