Oh! Where Is My Hairbrush?

No...

Seriously...

Where is it?

Oh wait...I just found it.

I really had lost it though. I just looked to my left and there it was. Laying on my living room end table. That's not where it goes. Must be why I lost it.

So do you remember when I was all excited because I didn't have house guests and I was finally alone and didn't have to entertain?
Come on seriously? That was my last post! How soon you all forget.
Well let me refresh your memory.
I was all excited because I didn't have house guests and I was finally alone and didn't have to entertain.

Remember now? Hehe I thought so...
Well now that I'm home from, well, for lack of a better word...home and my friend has gone back home. To her home not my other home. I was alone for a couple days and then one of my husband's friends came to stay. So we have another house guest!
I'm sorry I'm not that excited about it. Let me try that again

*clears throat* So we have another house guest...
Anyways it was always my understanding that men like to eat. They like to eat home cooked meals. Men sometimes need women to cook home cooked meals. That's what I'm known for here. My cookies, cakes, pies, casseroles. You name it I make it.

Guys come over here and expect me to cook. But our present houseguest buys microwaveable food at the store emerges from the guest room to heat it up and then goes back and locks himself in his room all day.

I know I complained about having to entertain for 2 weeks but I really don't like it when people don't need me. Of course I understand this man has lived alone for 2 years and isn't used to people caring for him but for real if you ever stay in my house. Let me take care of you. Don't demand it or expect it. BUT LET ME DO IT!


My husband needs me or he does a really good job of pretending. No he doesn't need me he is perfectly capable of taking care of himself but he makes me feel needed. His friends eat my food and tell me it's yummy and to make it again. Still feeling needed.

But this man is so self reliant I feel I could lock myself in my room and he wouldn't say a word!

On a side note my dog's breath smells like pretzels and with paws scented like Fritos. I should have called him snack time.

My puppy needs me. To feed him and bathe him and take him to the vet and put him to bed and teach him to sit up on his hind legs and go potty outside and to buy him stupid squeaky duck toys that terrify him. I'm that kind of needed.

Well if I'm not needed here then I will go and take a bubble bath and listen to Ke$ha and read my book and look at catalogs...because I need to do that.