Have you ever thought about what people might think if they saw what goes on behind-the-scenes at your house? Do you ever wonder what it would be like to catch a glimpse of someone elses daily life? Here’s your chance. Today 14 bloggers are inviting you into their homes to be a fly on the wall thanks to an excellent challenge extended from the ever talented mind of Baking In A Tornado. (Super Blog Links at the bottom)
Bloggers in their natural habitat… the wired, the scary and the blunt truths as only we can live it.
February Fly On The Wall
I spend several weeks making notes and prepping for Fly On The Wall.
It’s something I truly look forward to.
As I pulled out my notes to gather my thoughts and write, the universe dealt us a nasty blow.
As we tried to keep it all together in the midst of crisis, I somehow lost my funny bone.
You know it’s a bad day when the Handsome Prince has to drop tools and rush home.
I am rarely at a loss for words but nothing seems to make it past the knot I cant seem to swallow.
I have all this great material and my tears are smudging the ink.
It’s nothing that we wont team up to conquer but for the moment I feel like someone knocked our ice cream off the cone, push us in the mud and gave me a swirlie in the toilet of life.
I have never in fact experienced a real swirlie but I’m fairly sure it would make me gag.
In an effort to make me laugh, K starts texting me funny pictures.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, then I’ve got nothing to worry about in my flabbergasted state.
The disaster started a little like this.
I went from this…
To this, in under a second…
I’m sure there was a moment of this in between.
Really, the lady who’s motto is practically-
Had found just the perfect storm
I might have been the one that screamed
The only thing glowing was the embers of my blown mind.
Turns out I didn’t need to do this
My Handsome Valentine and I decided that today really bit the big one.
We felt a little better after that. Phew… just what we needed.
Well, if it things had to suck at lest we suck together.
Luc arrives to see if he’s made a cameo in this month’s fly. When I told him that I was going in another direction this month he rolled his eyes and asked,”Did you at least admit to peeing your pants?”
Yes my friends at the ripe old age of 33, I sneezed and peed my pants.
My Facebook friends assure me it only gets more fun from here.
Ode to joy… I shall file that under things I am so looking forward to.
Tomorrow is another day!
Happiness is on it’s way!
Thanks for be there during such times.
Excuse the mess
While I ponder the deeper things in life and where I can find tacos for breakfast, FLY on over and visit some wickedly great bloggers inviting you in behind the scenes.