Ahh, the sound of silence. Ryan picked Maddie up an hour ago to take her up north for the weekend, and here I am, soaking up the nothingness. It feels good, let me tell ya. After the last entry, starting this one off by revelling in her absence may mislead some of you into thinking that I, in general, do not wish to spend time with my daughter. This is not true. I assure you that I do love her very much, even when her little face is exploding with resentment and it appears as though her little head is just going to go all Exorcisty on me. I would also like to make the point that any mother who does not, at some point or another, feel like she's about to lose her shit is either a) lying, b) indifferent, or c) raising Mother Theresa.
Speaking of Mother Theresa.... Keeping all I just said in mind, get this: I took a personality test that Trace linked to on her site, and in the category of "What Famous Person Are You?", my results came back as... MOTHER THERESA. In case anyone missed the humor in this, I beg of you, read my last entry. I'll ask all of you what I asked Trace: Since when does Mother Theresa have tattoos and road rage?
Oh, and for the "What Classic Movie Are You?" quiz? SCHINDLER'S LIST. I told my co-workers this, and they all agreed that it means one of two things: I am either incredibly strong in my will to perservere against fascist oppression, OR, I may be capable of genocide.
Take your pick and comment below.