Well, if you do come home...

Today was a long day at work, and tomorrow will be, too. I think every day will be for awhile. Maybe forever.

I think I was meant to be born into wealth, or at least, just stumble upon wealth. I bitterly turn on the tv to see stupid reality show people living the good life just because someone follows them around with a camera. I can do that. Bring on the camera and give me money. I promise, I will keep you more than entertained. If nothing else, I should qualify for some CMT redneck show or something like that. I can cause a scene with the best of them. I can start arguments, mouth off and certainly drop more than one dry smartass remark after the next.

No one wants to watch some lady living in Ohio. I guess it's just too normal. I think you have to live somewhere interesting or be related to someone famous or have an absurd amount of kids in order to truly qualify for a series. I think I might try to brainstorm on this and think about how to market myself. There has to be something interesting about me. I just need to figure out what it is.

On a side note, Mr. W played softball tonight which means he is out of my hair for a bit. While I was nagging him about staying out too late he finally responded by saying maybe he just wouldn't come home. Obviously, I can't be bothered by his wit right now. I simply replied..."well, if you do come home, bring chocolate."

I sure as hell wish I had another one of those 5th Avenues.

I get to take my glucose test this week, which I have heard only rave reviews about...er, not really. From what I understand, you go in, drink some nasty sweet stuff, sit for an hour and have your blood drawn. As if sitting for an hour in the damn lab wasn't bad enough, having your blood drawn at the end seems like a little slap in the face. Then, from what I hear, there is a great chance you will fail this test which qualifies you to spend half a day at the test center. Doesn't that sound funny?

Where are the cameras?