WHY??

Why can't I ever get anything done? Seriously. I don't know what I do all day....but is certainly isn't productive. (for some reason when I press enter on my blog, it doesn't take me to the next line...it just moves my screen up a tad and the curser disappears, so if this appears to be one run on paragraph.....it's really not my fault. .....It's bloggers) Anyway, I am going on a scrapbooking retreat down in ARCADIA, IN. for the weekend with some of my pals on the design team. It's going to be a rockin' blast. I can hardly wait. I packed up all of my scrapbooking supplies a couple days ago in hopes of getting things done around the house before I go. I didn't want any distractions, you know? So what did I do all day yesterday???? I can't tell you. I don't know. I did laundry.....but the rest is a blur. Valentines day came and went without too much excitement. I got a seriously funny card from Doug. On the front is a dog. He has his tongue out and it says "pant, pant, pant" "Is this bothering you?" When you open it up....it says "If it is, just say the word, and I can lose the pants!" That is soooo totally Doug. Our kitchen is probably the biggest room in the house but when he's in there with me....it suddenly becomes closed quarters. I don't understand this. Keisha and I have talked about this. Why do men do that? They think it's really sexy to rub against you for no apparant reason while your TRYING to cook or clean!!! Aggg! Men. Then when I say...."ahem....there is plenty of room in the kitchen....do you NEED to do THAT???" he either gets the "puppy dog look" or he says something corny, like "awe, come on baby, you know you want it".....ummmm.....no.....not really....but thanks anyway. You would think that after being turned down 10, 489 times in 12 years, he would get the hint and STOP doing it.....but nope. He continues to do the same thing...over and over again. I wonder if he thinks that ONE time....just ONCE I might actually strip down naked and we'll do it right there in the midst of a spahgetti dinner while the kids play silently in their rooms. Speaking of naked....my butt is getting large. I noticed it yesterday when my mom came over and took some pictures. I was goofing around and she got a shot of my butt. AGGG! I didn't need to see that. There's a reason it's BEHIND me. I do diet.....but it doesn't work. How can it when I eat donuts and potato chips on a regular basis DURING my diet. Doug (for obvious reasons) thinks that if I had sex every night, my butt would get smaller.....but I think I would rather eat potato chips and watch American Idol. Did you notice that some of the idols are chunky? Maybe "chunk" will be the in thing. I really hope so. I would hate to give up my eating habits and have to give Doug sex.