and i giggle to myself each time she does it…  because i am the kook.

i love my mother-in-law; and it has just recently come to my attention that she doesn’t realize that i am the kook in paul’s life.  (all hell will break loose when she reads this post.)  

yup.  me.  i’m the kook.  

and on days like today, when i am beat-down-exhausted after spending a week of awesomeness in atlanta… seeing family, meeting friends, celebrating my brother’s college graduation, my birthday, and mother’s day with my gramma (talk about a KOOK)… i get a little “wack-a-doo,” to borrow a brilliant phrase from a favorite college professor.

i digress…

i’ve searched my apartment for my friggin camera chord to upload awesome photos from my last week and write this spectacular post about multiple celebrations, la, la, la…  (and don’t get me wrong, that post will come in due time), but i can’t find my f-ing chord.  the chord is needed, and i can’t find it.  i know i packed it because i put it with my phone charger chord, my mac book chord, and all the other gadgetry chords i needed… i know i did.  

but instead, today i write a kooky post about nothing.  i say kooky things that make people spit out their water at their computer desk because they read my facebook page where i discuss the migraine that jackson’s screams are inducing in my head.  i get comments and thank yous for reversing people’s biological clocks, and respond with kooky banter about how hanging out at our house while jackson is getting molars is a more effective form of birth control than the pill.

so you’ll just have to excuse me today… cuz i’m a lil kooky.  my wonderful husband cleaned our apartment before jackson and i arrived home yesterday and now it’s a mess of toys, cheez its, sippy cups, laundry… an unmade bed (my pet peeve) and all.