This is not my first Not Me Monday post in ages. I am always on top of things.
I do not sometimes forgo cooking, and instead eat dinners that look like this:
I am not totally and completely obsessed with Glee. I watch mature television, like … the news.
I did not buy a copy of Guess How Much I Love You? while shopping with Best Friend on Friday night.
I am not obsessed with finding out with Twitter celebrities are real, and which ones are fakers. I would never “follow” a celebrity I suspected was fake, on the off-change that it was the real person.
I do not have an intense desire for honey-roasted peanuts, basically all of the time lately. I would never indulge in something so unhealthy when I could be enjoying a crispy carrot stick.
I did not throw a tantrum when Darling Husband’s computer crashed — losing my progress in Sims 3. That would be childish.
I did not “make a deal” with Little Dog last night, because she didn’t want to pee in the rain — and I didn’t want to take her. I would never resort to shady transactions with small dogs.
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 15-year-old son and a 13-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.