Not Me! Monday

Inspired by Mckmama.

Here are several things that I definitely did not do this past week.

I did not have Q Doba 3 times when people offered to buy it for me. I would never eat out that many times in a week rather than make something at home. And I definitely wouldn't eat at the SAME restaurant more than once in a week. How weird do you think I am?

I did not have to hold back the tears when I finally went to the Longmont public library to get a library card only to be told that I have to have something that shows my current address (which I didn't have). That would be something so silly to cry over, for goodness sakes. I mean, just because I have been waiting and waiting to get a library card, haven't been able to leave the house at all because someone slashed my tires a few weeks ago, have had to miss several MOPS meetings and Le Leche League, that is absolutely no reason to cry.

After I was informed I could not get a library card, I did not call my husband and cry to him about how I would never be able to get one now because I didn't have something with my current address on it. That would be overly dramatic. And while I was speaking to him, I most certainly did not dig through the glove compartment to find a bill or bank receipt or our proof of insurance card. And when I found said item, I did not practically skip back into the library and wave it over my head in victory, causing the librarian to stifle a grin.

This past week, I did not spend over three hours cleaning out our refrigerator. I did not fill up a trash bag full of moldy "food" or 3 bags full of empty bottles to recycle from the massive amounts of expired condiments I disposed of. That would be totally disgusting.

And after I cleaned out all the gross-ness, I most certainly did not spend an additional hour and a half taking out the shelves and scrubbing all the gross gook off of them. I did not have to use a knife to scrape some unknown items off the glass and I did not almost gag. Nope, not me.

I did not eat several variations of bean dishes for 2 days straight and then wonder why Miriam was so fussy. Could it be that her little tummy was so full of gas that she could send herself to the moon if she weren't strapped into her bouncy seat? No, that definitely was not me.

Thus concludes this week's unmentionables.