Smokin' a Fat One

Being a blogger is the equivalent of smoking a fat one, a doobie, a bowl, whatever.
You sit down, you take a deep breath, you feel happy.
Then, you find yourself staring for long periods of time at the same object, your computer screen. Oh oh, AND you don't want to stop long enough to make a hot meal, so you get the munchies.

My girls are in school for 5 hours, yes, 5 whole, I am free, nobody needs juice or for me to wipe their butt, hours. I come home, I sit down, light up and take in my deep breath, I am happy. I sat here, in my long stare for HOURS. I know there are other more important things that I need to be doing, but somehow, I cannot remember what they are. I can only stare, and occasionally type.
I did nothing, but take a break to use the restroom, get a sip of water, because I get dehydrated.

So, in lieu of being completely worthless, I dusted, fast, only around the stuff, not actually underneath it, then, I vacuumed, only the downstairs, then threw all dishes into the dishwasher, even though some of them were already clean, and I re-dried the clothes in the dryer, even though they were dry, so it would SOUND productive around here...just so that I could have 5 more minutes of my blog drug.
I am an addict. So, in honor of my coming out:

Hello, My name is Sassy and I am a blog addict. I am a Target shopaholic addict too.
I am sometimes 10 minutes late getting my girls to school because I am on my blog too long. Sometimes, i get dehydrated because I forget to drink water while doing it. Thank you.

Disclaimer: Honey, if you are reading this, I paid the bills, dusted, folded 18 loads of laundry, made you dinner, baked cookies, put on my stiletto's and push up bra and am anxiously awaiting your return home from work. All that mess about doing the blog drug is for mere entertainment, I promise, I love you honey.