Oh, no. There are more people interested in reading my blog. Stop now! Avert your eyes! Seriously you don't want to read this blog. Go somewhere else. I mean it. Stop! Why do you want to read the crazy rantings of a pregnant woman? Do you seriously want to deal with me? My own husband struggles to deal with me and he doesn't get a choice (well he does, but it's easier for you to slip away and forget you ever found yourself over here).
No, no. Don't read anymore of my drivel. I'm crazy I tell you. I cry one minute and kick over children's toys in anger the next. You don't want to read this blog. I'm not a saint. I'm a horrible no good sinner whose destined for a life in hell where my mother will be the manager so that I'll be miserable for all eternity (um my mom being the manager is her own joke. It's not meant to be mean.)
I'm very judgmental and mean and oh so wrong for being followed. Stop following me. Go un-follow me right this instant. But you haven't and you're still reading.
*collapses on floor and cries and has a little adult temper tantrum* Oh, drat! You're still here. Well.....fine. Stay if you want to, but you've been warned. I don't deserve this kind of recognition. Someone else far holier than myself does. But if you want to stay *sigh*, I guess that you can.