It feels like a lifetime since I’ve posted a “So What Wednesday”!! Although, I guess it would only be a lifetime if I were a caterpillar, and by now I’d have completed metamorphosis and be stunningly hot, which let me tell you, is NOT the case! Scratch lifetime….. insert months. Translation: slacker.
I’m hoping that I’ve finally shaken this “funk” of mine and have re-commited to this little ditty of a blog. And by “funk” I TOTALLY mean “dejected mood” and NOT the way Aunt Bertha smelled at Grandma’s funeral. 
This week, after careful consideration and polling the audience, I’ve decided to say “SO WHAT”:
That both my siamese “kittens” are potentially pregnant after a late night tryst with a naughty and very rugged tiger cat. It’s my fault that I’ve been putting off having them fixed, and even worse that I’m jealous they have hotter “trysts” than I do! In honesty, I doubt they’re pregnant, and they’ve shown no signs, but for good measure I’ve been referring to them as ‘Teen Mom’ and ‘Teen Mom 2′! They better not think I’m going to put them on MTV, and they both better be planning on getting jobs! Nobody eats for free around here!
So what if I realized in the check-out line at Wal-Mart today that I never DID put a bra on! It was a big hoodie and I don’t think anyone noticed. The fact that it was a “Hooters” hoodie is besides the point! I was classiness squared.
So what that when I got a last minute phone call friends were stopping over, I stuffed my dirty pots and pans in the oven so that I didn’t look like a slacker housekeeper. I of course AM a slacker housekeeper, and when I go to make dinner again for the first time (in 6 weeks!), those pots and pans will probably smell an awful lot like ‘Squirrel Slam’. 
(relax, I’m KIDDING)
So what that my first grader told her teacher to go home and look up ‘The Honey Badger’ on youtube.
So what if this is the 87th blog I’ve posted and referenced my dog that eats underwear. She’s like an underwear eating NINJA. She is deserving of mention AGAIN. She is stealthy, there’s no doubt! For being too “little” to jump onto the couch on her own, she sure can tackle a laundry hamper like her life depends on it! $hitbird!
SPEAKING of my Ninja-dog, so WHAT that my kids referred to her as a “Mexican”. In Wal-Mart. In the dog-food aisle. This of course was completely innocent, as they once wanted to understand a Chihuahua’s descent. How was I to know that they would pick up dog treats in Wal-Mart and say “Hey!!! Mom!!!! We should get these for our little Mexican!!” Sorry George Lopez.
Alright, going to wrap this up. So WHAT that I have a million other things to do! This was fun! I cautiously scream at the top of my lungs that “I’m back” and that this blog may actually go places. Such as jail, when tomorrow’s post titled: “How to Sneak in and out of your Ex’s house undetected and steal your $hit back in 12 (somewhat) easy steps” goes viral!
