Well, it’s that time again! Let’s show some love for a little ‘So What! Wednesday!’. Then let’s all show some love for the fact that I have kept SWW mild this week! I have about a bazillion things to say and no idea how to say them! So perhaps I’ll establish ‘f*ck it Friday’ and be a little more blunt! Or maybe I should just have my temper evaluated! 
Either way, here goes:
So what That I’m currently obsessed with Marty Brown on America’s Got Talent?!?!? Who doesn’t love a good ol’ Southerner with a kind heart?!? We need more people like him in this world. Also, more Wegmans stores, but that’s something for Danny and I to address at another date.
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Speaking of America’s Got Talent, so WHAT that my youngest daughter reminds me of the “six year old screamer”!?!?!? I’m sure she’s COMPLETELY mentally stable!!
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So WHAT that my youngest daughter’s current favorite sneakers are the ones she once wore for three weeks without socks?!? They smell amazing. I love it. Who doesn’t love the smell of deceased animals wafting throughout their home on a daily basis? I’m being completely sarcastic. It’s absolutely disgusting and the one time I tried to throw them away, she found them in the garbage. Scavenger. It was MAJOR drama, to which I cowardly responded : “Oh, goodness. I have NO idea how they got in there!!! Maybe one of the cats knocked them into the trash bin!”
So what that my Parents are in the Adirondack Mountains for 3 weeks. I mean, really. I’m sure I can find a million other people to help me solve my 34 year old problems.
So WHAT that Hebrew International hotdogs package the dogs in quantities of SEVEN?!?!? Effing SERIOUSLY!?!??! So you’re always a hot-dog short when you buy the traditional “grocery store” eight pack of buns?!??! No wonder Jewish people have money. They’re smart. You have to buy two packs of hotdogs to fill out your buns! Unless you’re me and make your kid eat the eighth bun for breakfast….. toasted with peanut butter!!
So what that I missed all my prime opportunities to blog about England’s new prince and am now left with pathetic, 3 week old jokes such as:
“Hey Uncle Harry, when I’m King, what’ll that make you?!??”
“A Monkey’s uncle”
Oh yes, just a little too much ‘Lion King’ throughout THIS girls childhood!!
