The truth is out, I guess. As I sat on the floor playing with my baby and watching Oprah, she started talking to me. "You know who you are. You're sitting there, watching the show, wearing the same sweats as you were yesterday, looking like a schlepadinka." Brutal. In my defense I have had 2 sick children all week. And I don't have someone who does my hair and make up for me and also dresses me. At least that's what I'm telling myself now....
Saturday, February 23, 2008
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Okay, that post was hilarious. If I were watching it would've been me. Definitely a Schlepadinka here.
Oh, I'm glad I wasn't watching. I am definitely a Schlepadinka. I am currently wearing a pink fuzzy two piece lounge outfit that looks suspiciously like pajamas.
Yes, if we had a billion dollars for a stylist, wardrobe, and nannies, we'd be a lot more sporty.
Glad to see a new gal join the blogging club. I love your stories. Keep them coming.
Hi Honey,
I love your blog. Enjoy every crazy day. By the way... your name could possibly be inherited. :-)
Love, The Queen of Perpetual Chaos
P.S. Give those sweet babies a kiss for me.
Ha! We'll have to start a schlepadinka club....Schlepadinka's Unite!
Scullerina! Hi! As soon as I figure out how to list my blogs, I'll be sending all my many fans your way! All 3 of them....
Hmmm....I wonder who anonymous is...and how everyone is finding out about this.....
Not of offend any Oprahites out there, but really? Sitting in her mansion with her millions and a maid service; she's not exactly in a position to be passing judgment. I'd like to see her deal with sick babies, covered in spit-up (dressed in the most expensive designer her millions can afford) and not feel like she needs to be hosed off at the end of the day too.
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