So tonight I have a market research thing that I’ve qualified for. It’s right down the street, should only last an hour and pays $65 cash for taste-testing something SWEET. That oughta cover my Urgent Care co-pay and resulting drugs! (If you’re in Kansas City, call 913-341-4245 to get in Q&A’s database and they may call you in the future to do studies … guys and all ages are welcome).
I plan on wearing sweatpants since the weather has turned cold and I have no jeans that fit that don’t have holes in the knee. If anyone so much as sneezes in my direction at Market Research, here is what I will rant:
“Listen, People. When I scheduled this thing, my husband was going to be in town. So tonight my poor mother is watching FOUR children at my house, including a very attached-to-me nursing/teething 11-month-old. Today I homeschooled, stripped wallpaper, wrote some stuff, changed lots of diapers, prepared 2 meals each for 5 people (McDonald’s was dinner; sue me), did laundry and dishes, picked up the house and have all kinds of crap on my mind, including but not limited to trying to be a good mother, wife, friend, daughter, daughter-in-law, sister-in-law, aunt, cousin, granddaughter, niece, cousin-in-law, neighbor, playdate-hostess, scrapbooker, exerciser, blogger and budding freelance writer. The fact that I got a shower* today is a modern miracle. So bring on the sweet stuff.”
I expect applause to break out at this point for my raging honesty and I-don’t-give-a-crap attitude which everyone wishes they could possess.