Mississippi's Fastest Growing Profession

Rick and I drove to Tuscaloosa today to get out of town and hit up a Target. Rick was really dying to go to Target. He heard they had some cute home decor products we might want to add to our decorating arsenal. Unfortunately, I was with him and cut him off. I let him get away with a magazine holder but pried the patterned dishtowels out of his hands.

Anyway, on our way there, I swear we passed three separate psychics advertising their services. Tuscaloosa is only an hour away. I didn't realize there was such a need for psychics in the area. I'm not even sure why you would go to a psychic. Obviously, to see your future. But do you ask questions or do they just tell you how many kids you'll have and when you'll die? Mississippi, I have news for you. You can control how many kids you have; it's called birth control. And everyone dies. I doubt she will give you an exact date. Oh, and why are psychics always women? Women who refer to themselves in the third person, like the infamous Miss Cleo or Mississippi's own Mrs. Faith. At least they are respectful to their selves.

In other exciting Columbus news, it stormed for an entire 24 hours. Lightning, thunder, hail,..the works. Now most of east Columbus is flooded. You think they might have sought out Mrs. Faith's advice before building their houses on low lying land. Hmmmmmmm.

Birth Control

Think you want kids? Get a job at a daycare and spend all morning (or all day, take your pick) with 5 babies from 3-5 months. 5 babies who apparently hate you bc they just want to cry all day. all day long. You feed them, burp them, set them down and WHAMMMMO there they go. You pick them up and they calm down. Then spit up all over you and laugh at it. Still want kids? Only if you are crazy or delusional enough to think yours won't be like that. Or maybe they won't but mine will be.

This is the best birth control ever. We may never have kids. That's how mentally and emotionally scarred I will be after this job.

Amazing

So I woke up this morning to a kitchen too dirty to cook in (hello, cold cereal!!). It was bad. A few random dishes from the SuperBowl party and then from cooking the day before. Yes, I should have washed them the night before, but I didn't. No real excuse. So I have my cold cereal and head off to work at 6, leaving Rick behind in his sweats watching Sportscenter. Fastforward seven hours...I walk in the front door and notice this amazing light gleaming at me. From my sparkling clean kitchen. Dishes done, counters wiped down, trash out, sink shined. Ahhhhhhh!!!
Then the living room with all our chairs (from teh party) put back. Then the patio with the grill put away and the dog poop picked up. Did I mention the kitchen? Yes, he's just that good.