My daughter thought that I shoud include this in my blog.

Friday I was in PMS haze.
The smallest thing seemed to get on that last nerve.
I was moody, ached and the slightest smell just seem to set me off.
Well my son’s feet set me off on Friday,
How is it that someone so small can produce that smell.
You know the smell. The one that makes you think that something has crawled up somewhere and died.
Will this particular smell was coming from my son’s shoes.
I guess he has an over active sweat glands in his feet. Coupled with the fact that he doesn’t like to wear sock.
Wow
Any way I did what any other PMSing woman would do.
I threw all of his shoes in the garbage can, out side.
I have had enough.
I figured that I would just go and buy him some more Saturday.
And no I did not give a damn that I was taking my 8 year old into the shoe store with out any shoes on.

So Saturday after several false starts I make it to the shoe store buy my baby two new pair of sandles
Feeling better about life, I load my small tribe into my car and wait.
And I wait and I wait a little more.

And why was I waiting you might ask.
Because the little old lady in the car next to me could not figure out how to get her car out of the parking space.
She back up, she goes forward, she back up, she goes forward. She goes forward over the parking curb and gets stuck. I thinking wow is she gonna go thru the front door. After several more tries she finally get her car back over the parking curb. And you can see the little old thing just getting pissed.
So finally my daughter says to me, mommy are you gonna help the lady or what?
So I go and help the little old lady. I felt better afterwards, even thought I think that little old lady thought I might drive off with her car.

I just might make it to heaven after all.