This post is entitled,
"I Will Never Know
What's It Like To ..."
- own a cat. (Thank you God for allergies.)
- not force a dog to drink hydrogen peroxide in order to puke up tampons. (Umm... twice.)
- wear a size 2. (Or a 4, or realistically, a size 6.)
- be an only child or have a brother.
- worry about money. (Thanks honey for doing it enough for both of us.)
- hate to camp. (There's nothing like the smell of smoke in your hair, a killer tan, a good book, and nothing to do.)
- run a marathon. (15.6 miles last year was & will be my max.)
- scrapbook/do Creative Memories.
- wake up before my husband on a Saturday morning.
- water ski on just one ski. (Is that called slaloming?)
- NOT pop a zit if it looks ready to pop.
Tell me, what will you never know what it's like to ...
7 comments:
I will never know what it is like to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich...or peanut butter cookies...or anything nut-related.
oooh, your description of camping makes me drool...maybe it's the nothing to do part that sounds so good... maybe because camping is such a foreign concept here. Either way, bring on the smoky hair! (and clothes. and sand in the bed. and the overindulgence in smores.)
Love the entry!!! Especially not knowing what it's like to get up before your hubby on a Saturday. YIPPEE woman! I am there with you!
be a morning person
wear a watch
actually see when I get up in the morning (-8.5 vision)
have a sister
I like this post. Did not know hydrogen peroxide made dogs puke. Mental note.
I will never know what it's like to go on a diet, wear a size under an 8, get pregnant without spending thousands of dollars, not eat frosting and cookie dough any chance I get (thus the size 8), wake up before 8:00a without an alarm.
I'm also with you on the popping a zit and camping thing.
Good tip on the peroxide to make a dog puke . . .
By the way, if you get a Mac, you'll never have to do Creative Memories. I just did a year's worth of photos in a book on iPhoto in under 2 hours! Just press "order here" and they send you the book in the mail! Yee Haw!
Oh, and I will never know what it's like to be a size C again . . . I was once . . . but never again.
I'll never know what it's like:
to have a hubby that works 9-5 or even 7-6 for that matter (i know, boo-hoo)
to be a size "B cup" ever again.
to live in the city--country girl from birth.
own a PC
drive a brand new car off the lot
not get migraines and cold sores at the smallest sign of stress.
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