the habit...

Wolf Boy and I were feeling like we should go out and eat our feelings. Work has been a beeeyotch and we just wanted to have some good (yummy) clean fun! We went to the Habit for dinner and had a ball. The weather is still nice and warm, so dinner alfresco it was. It fun to people watch and I love the Wolf Boy likes to do it with me. We sat and watched the kids run around the fountain and piss off their parents. We watched people walk by with their dogs and kids lazily skate by. It was a nice distraction from the day's torture. And then silence...our food came! What we love about the Habit, is you don't feel that's greasy, heavy, bloated pain you get when you eat regular fast food. We took a walk around the plaza and headed home. A happy ending to a crazy day!

I want a dollar from every one in youre family...

This apartment looks like a cloud of soda cans, water bottles and juice boxes came and took a dump in it. Yes, we are a thirsty people here. I get so frickin' pissed that if I won't clean, no one else will, mainly because it's just me and Wolf Boy, and we are all about to know how lazy he is. He will not help until I have turned into a monster with a high pitched voice waving an object in my hand talking about how he much be blind and have no sense of smell to think this place can continue this way.
Geez! We both work, and we both live here. If he could make it so I was able to be a house wife, fine. I would clean house like I was a contestant on Sell this House. However, things are not like that. I just want him to clean up after himself, that's all. I don't need him to clean up my messes, just his. I'm on strike after I find the reason for that smell...

It's either me or Santa. I suggest Santa

After the 4th time of hitting snooze on the alarm, I was not going into work. It's been one of those weeks and it's only Tuesday! I rolled over and had the best sleep I've had in a long time. Funny how it's only 5-10 extra minutes of sleep, but they feel like heaven! I rolled out of bed and made us breakfast. Wolf Boy got ready {and reluctantly} went to work. It's hard for him to leave when he knows I'll be home. He feels like he's missing out on something. Or I'll be having way too much fun while he's stuck at work. Personally, I love it. I like his company, but sometimes I just neeeeeeed to be alone...a l o n e!
After my second cup of coffee, I cleaned up and took a shower. I surfed daytime tv as I got ready. I loove taking my sweet as time when I get ready. I think because I always feel rushed when I'm getting ready. I hate that feeling. Once I came to from the daze of Unsolved Mysteries, I got ready and headed to the mall. I've been meaning to get some jeans, but I hate shopping now. I can never find what I'm looking for... I'm 27 and I feel like the clothes they sell out there is for someone totally out of my age group. All the short-shorts, the see-through eeeeverything. What is up with that? Most of the shirts require a cami under,or not if you don't mind your bra being on display. Is the material that cheap now?
Forever 21 made me happy, it was nicely organized, since it was so empty I  easily found what I needed. I got 7 pairs of jeans and 2 pairs of flats. Spending an awesome $76.00!
Feeling like a G, I met up with Wolf Boy for some McDonalds in the parking lot. Love how we eat like high, high schoolers! I drove home and took a nap. Why can't this be my life?

I'm gonna break your hip

Wolf Boy and his brother are great at losing the remote controls. One time the brother in law stayed with us and the remote control totally disappeared. Like if he took it home and hid it or something. Strange, I know. I mean it makes no sense to me why one wouldn't place the remote on the coffee table when you turn off the tv, but that's just me...
Wolf Boy stayed home while I went out for groceries. The remote is nowhere to be found! I mean gone. Poof! We have Time Warner Cable (which sucks) so we have an extra remote from one of our previous moves, it's a "universal" remote. You are supposed to program it and voilà! you have access to all your favorite boob tube shows. Not so much. It won't turn up the volume, or let you select a menu option. You have to press OK on the box itself. Oh, the humanity! How can I enjoy my show's without a proper working remote? I feel like I'm in the 1980's! My DVR'd shows are a pain to watch, I can't get anything from OnDemand...I'm going crazy! Nahh not really, I'm just really irritated that I have to sit on the floor, in front of the box to watch my stories.