Because, Sometimes More is Better

That's how I feel about adding another blog to write. So often, I feel there are things I might like to blog, but then feel they just don't fit in so well at Daily Disorders of Dainty Domestic. That blog is kind of my fluffy bunny sunshine blog. Well, not always. But, it's definitely my family oriented blog. So, this blog will be more for the weird random stuff that floats about in my brain all day long. I may also rant about things incredibly minor. Remember? Dainty and psychotic.

Let's start things off right. In this house, Pepsi is god.

No, wait. Pepsi is goddess. Coffee is god.

And these are their altars.

Though, I'm sure if you asked my youngest, she would say Milk is god. It's like her coffee.

Okay, I suppose if you asked my boyfriend, the Christian God is god. But don't let him fool you. He's just as hung up about soda and coffee as I am. I'll worship the

life

sanity sustaining liquid.

Also, this is the way to eat a baked potato. If I have to eat the potato skin for the vitamins, I am not wasting time sawing through it with a fork. Eff that. I already had to work to make it just as I like. I am not wasting energy to eat it. This is America.

I hate spiders. They are evil. They are the bane to my existence. Every time you kill one, there is another seeking to avenge it's death. I'm not kidding. I keep vacuuming the same bloody corner in my house, and every time a spider of the exact same type takes up residence there.

See? That corner. Right there. Every effing time. Not two feet away from my favorite place to sit in the living room. I took that photo not 10minutes ago. He'll be getting sucked up right after 8pm, so I can freak out if he escapes, without traumatizing my toddler.

They attack me when I sweep, too. Effers. Don't give me any of that, "Oh but they eat the harmful insects." They can eat them outside. If the insects come inside, they are getting killed just like the arachnids. Evil, disturbing, freaks making a mess of my house with their webbies left behind after they move to another corner.

I have to end this with something fluffy to distract from uggies. Baby Chickadees!