Sometimes i wish i was Zach Morris & that i could call time-out. Steal time & wander to a magical place to catch my breath, without missing any minutes here on Earth.
in other news, i'm pretty well convinced that years of unsolved mysteries as a child combined with my great love of crime & or murder stories (ie- dateline, 48 hours, etc ) has turned me into a giant paranoid boob. yes, boob. i often come home at night deathly afraid that i am going to be robbed, raped, stolen, tortured, or murdered on a regular basis. irs not like any of the afore mentioned things have happened, but petrified i am nonetheless. hopefully if anything tragic like that does happen, i can be one of the victims that ends up on Oprah explaining how i sweet talked my way into the monsters heart & became his friend to avoid harm. Reasonable right? Either that or i'll morph into an epic badass.
Tomorrow is cinco de mayo! & my sweet amber is getting induced & her little maraca will be welcomed to planet Earth! i cant wait to meet her :)