…and I mean that in a literal sense. OHMYWORD! This has been going on for about five years. Five years of being a human sticky note – nice! Had I known this was coming, I would have applied for the copyright.
If my hubby had known this was coming he would have insisted
on having two master bedrooms. One without the ever present feel of the
I can go through three outfits a day, easy. That’s umm-undergarments and all. I had to buy five new bras to meet the need. I need another shower by the time I get half way dressed for the day – for the first time.
Truly, if sweat could be transformed into a water resource,
I would be the primary provider and therefore be a Nobel Prize winner. Yes.
For mothers’ day, little man made me a gift. His creation was crafted in his Sunday school class. It was the perfect gift! A fan - an old fashion church fan. It has his picture laminated on it and it’s glued to a popsicle stick. It works great. I look like a doofus pulling it out and fanning myself with it, but it does keep me from melting into a stinky pile of goo during the invitation at church. My great-grandmother would be proud.
I have heard horrible stories of this special time lasting for ten years. Say it ain’t so. For now though, I would advise anyone that comes near me to, well – not. Otherwise we will stick together like a fly to honey.