Sticks and stones

I have been extremely busy lately; but this is my vow to stop neglecting my blog! As busy as we've been, there really isn't much new to report. My husband got a promotion of sorts at the sheriff's office, the dog had an ear infection, my car registration is due, oh, and I've finally decided what I'm going to go to school for. I intend to do my best at getting into a nursing program at the local college. I haven't done school-type anything in close to 7 years, so studying for the test to get into the program has been fun. I realized during my studying fit over the past week that I despise fractions more in my adult life than I did in 6th grade! What ridiculous little things they are, and what random ways we have of doing equations with them!

Yesterday my place of employment competed in a 'story book forest' competition. We came in third out of about 16 other business', so I'd call that a wash. We worked so hard on this, and being that it is April in Florida, it was ridiculously hot outside. That being said, we headed to my boss' swanky pool in her swanky development... Now every time we go, there are these four women, whom we have so lovingly named the desperate housewives. They are constantly talking behind each others backs when one goes to the restroom, and so on. They're really fabulous people, naturally. As one of my co-workers was walking to the gate, she heard one of the desperate housewives say 'honey, you look pregnant'. Now, not knowing whether or not she was catching part of a conversation, or if it was directed at her, she did  not lose her mind on them, she just kept walking. Let me tell you about my friends body. I would kill her for it. Huge happy-to-see-you boobs, tiny waist, slender thighs, and curves you could ski off of. She's damn sexy. Now, the desperate housewives on the other hand, they're all a hot mess, in Ill-fitting tankinis. So, of course, this tidbit of info spawned us into a small badmouthing marathon geared towards them from our little side of paradise. I've decided they're jealous of her body, as am I, and they just couldn't contain it anymore. So, to the desperate housewives of The Trillium housing development..... I say sticks and stones ladies, sticks and stones. Also, you're faces look like poorly crafted leather, as well of the rest of your bodies. Just sayin'.