Who Had a Great Weekend? "Not Me!"

Well, here it is again. Another Monday - another "Not Me! Monday" post. Hope it doesn't suck butt like last week's did. Here goes...

I absolutely love the fact that I still cannot get my fat butt into the jeans that I wore before I got preggo with London. I am not totally bitter about the fact that I actually weigh LESS than I did before I was pregnant and yet none of my clothes fit me anymore. On the other hand, I am not completely stoked that I will just have to go out and buy a complete new wardrobe. Yeah, and I absolutely have the money for that. I am not completely bummed about the fact that I have NO check for this month because of the time off I took with London when she was born. Maybe that will help me shed the pounds. NOT eating will probably do WONDERS for my figure.

I am not totally bummed with the latest episode of Grey's Anatomy. I was not completely looking forward to this for the past THREE weeks (see prior post "Come On Already!") and I did not consider it a TOTAL waste of my time to sit and watch it. I did not sit and whine about it to my husband and he did not then proceed to tell me that the only reason I watch it is to drool over Patrick Dempsey. I absolutely do not heart and him or think he is the hottest guy in Hollywood.

I did not have the most fun I have had in a VERY long time at at party with friends of my husband who are now MY friends this past Saturday night and I did not get excited when I had children who didn't feel good the next morning causing me to miss church. These people were not the absolute coolest people I have hung around in a while and I definitely do not want to get together again extremely soon! I am not, at this very moment, trying to rack my brain to think of someone who will watch my kids for me tomorrow night and not rob me blind so that I can go hang out again up in Cleveland with them. I do not want you to call me if you read this and want to help me out with this current dilemma.

I am not extremely tired again this evening and do not wish to call it a night and lay down in my fantabulous bed to dream about my husband and McDreamy dueling to the death for my love. That dream would not totally kick booty! I am not secretly fantasizing about said dream right now. Nope, NOT ME!!