It's always wonderful to have a good excuse to spend extra time in the bathroom. On a normal, shower day, my prep time takes about twenty mintues: five to shower, five to do my make up, five to fix my hair and five to get dressed. (It's also--conveniently--the same ammount of time it takes for an episode of "Super Why" to run it's course). On a non shower day, I'm ready to jet out the door in five mintues flat.
Tonight I stole an extra twenty minutes to prep for the husband's pre interview dinner with the Radiation Oncology department here in Utah. When the babysitters arrived (thank you Bonanza and Leaf) and I finally emerged from the bathroom, it was so fun to see the look on the husband's face. He raised his eyebrows, pulled a cheezy grin, and then checked out my booty. I love that look on his face.
ONCE upon a time, in a land not so far away, there was a queen. She lived a lovely life in her cottage sized castle with her husband and their three sons: Atrain the brave-heart; Jdog the jolly; and Doodle, the daring baby. The queen had a good heart, and she loved her boys with every piece of it. Every day in Frandsenland she works and plays and does her very best NOT to be evil. Sometimes she succeeds. This is her diary.
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