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You like random, right? Some random MommaKiss'isms and Happenin's:

Approximately 24 hours after my return from vacation, with some close family, some other family drama started. It's been ongoing since. Stemming from a person whom I am full-blooded-related to and it just baffles me. You don't even wanna know the things I want to say and for ME not to say them? MommaKiss who will say anything? It's bad and she's bad. Like twatwaffle cuntbag delusional diseased psychotic bad. Oops, I said something.

My lil one had a reaction on one of our 4 flights. It was lil scary but not to the 'epi-pen' level, benedryl is all it took. But peanut allergies suck ass.

I've slept an average of 4 hours a night since being home. Maybe 3. Or 3.5? Christ, exhaustion will eff up your math.

It's AMAZING [say it like "The Bachelor Amazing"] when you realize what your body can accomplish on little sleep. For a few days. Then, it just gets goofy.

My husband and I had a MotherFucker of a fight on our last night of vacation. He was drunk, I was sober [shut up, it happens]. He's realized what a assknot he was and has been kissing up AND has been wicked helpful in this "We're a team, and your 'family member' sucks" situation.

We're watching that series Boston Med. It is one of the best shows I have ever seen. I'm a lil biased because both of my babies were delivered at Brigham. I had a miscarriage at the Brigham ER. A very close friend was treated at Mass General. It's a remarkable show.
Guess what? That show is on RIGHT NOW and my "returned-to-assknot" husband isn't home and I have to wait for him to watch. Jerk.

Had enough yet? I'm not sure I'm done. And here I thought I had nothing to say.

Let's see. The rodeo in Helena Montana is so good, and actually comical, which I don't think it's supposed to be. But we laughed and laughed. Coulda been the $2 bud lites. Whatever.

I played trivia at Buffalo Wild Wings with my husband, brother and sister-in-law. We won 4 rounds in a row and ended up with a score that was 8th in the nation. I've since made t-shirts to commemorate the occasion.

In 1 month and 2 days, my Big Kiss will go to Kindergarten. His teacher is Mrs. Moore and I pray to God he doesn't call her Miss MoFo.

In 1 month and 1 day, I expect to be catatonic with sadness over this kindergarten situation.

I've been finding some really great blogs lately and click follow and then feel sad when I can't get around to read them. Asshole Funny/Witty/Smart Bloggers!!

Don't feel bad, my oldie but goodie funny/witty/smart bloggers. I haven't been around to you, either. I don't discriminate.

I think that's enough MommaKiss for a while. Let me know if I'm missing something, will ya?

No really, please do. It'll give me something to write about other than family stress and asspissing.

Wait, what?