Read at your own risk!

So my blog went over so well last night I got to thinking (yes it hurt) that maybe I should write a blog about 50 things you may or may not know about me but wished you didn't. Then I could not think of that many and decided to scratch it, but here are a few. Sometimes I am in such a rush to get out the door that I skip a few steps of my regiment. To find out later down the road that there is a weird smell when I lift up my arms. Thank goodness for baby wipes because I just rub a couple under my arms and VOILA spring fresh! I have come to the decision that maybe this is a step I should not skip. Next ...I sometimes tell my husband that my period lasts longer then it really does so I do not get caroused into having sex when I am just plane to tired and would rather sleep. I once accidentally walked into the bathroom after my husband had finished doing his buisness and the site I saw still haunts me. You see what I do standing up for number one he does for number two. It was not pretty. He is going to kill me, and I don't blame him. Our toilet in our bathroom (mine and Ben's) has a serious ring around the toilet. I tend to ignore it because no one ever sees is but us. Two out of three clean toilets should be good enough. That is over 50%. Occasionally after clipping and cleaning my toe nails I will take a quick wiff of the hidden treasures in hopes that one day they just might smell like roses. Ok that's enough for now. Oh don't sit there with your nose in the air....And pretend you do not do it to.
Oh no I just had a bad thought. I recall in a telephone conversation with my dad that he sometimes reads my blogs. This could be a little too much information if you know what I mean. Well I guess if he read the title and continued to read it is his fault for what he sees and yours to! I think I may have just crossed the blogging line.

So after conjuring up these not so pretty images in your head I will change the subject.

Corben has been consistent in breaking at least one ornament a day since Thanksgiving. He takes his work seriously. Today he broke three! But today I also broke one. You see I was busy doing dishes like every good housewife should and when I was done I cleaned out the sink and turned the garbage disposal on. Well apparently without my knowledge Corben had thrown a Christmas ornament down the garbage disposal. I did not know that a garbage disposal could make that kind of sound. How did an 18 month old get a Christmas ornament into the garbage disposal? Where there is a will there is a way. Maybe if all my attention was not focused on my 17 inch best friend I would have noticed. At least he was not out playing on the roof.....Right Kelly!