Yesterday a friend gave me an AWESOME compliment.
"I love your hip, edgy blog".
Seriously? Personally, I think I am sooooo lame, but I'll take it.
So I was cruising in the Giant Parking lot today, low and slow.
3 miles an hour so everyone can see you, as Will Smith says.
I was pumpin' a little Snoop Dogg, LOUD (on the 90's station)
And I just had to giggle at myself.
I have no idea how I got here.
Actually, I do, and it's a looong, crazy story,
but I am diggin' life as a crazy ass housewife.
Every once in a while, or more, I try to remember who I was before domestic bliss.
I put on makeup. Wear a bra with under wire. Put red streaks in my little pixie hairdo.
Pump the nineties old school rap.
And I know I look a fool, but I do not care.
I have to represent.
And I do LOVE my life.
So if you want to call me "edgy", go for it.
It is a huge honor.
I definitely was edgy once.
So I will take it, and thanks.
Hopefully I am teaching my kids that a little edge is good for you.
Rock on!
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