I'm not even talking about the wee vampirical bugs that like to steal my life force from my ankles and drive me batty with the itchy aftermath of their dinner... I'm talking about this. Ring tones that only teens can hear. WHOO HOO! Teens can finally trick adults into believing they aren't on the phone!

That when my husband says.. "Hey, I'm taking you somewhere. It's kind of a surprise, Mother's Day Part I. You might want to put on some nicer clothes." I should listen. He knows me. He should, we've been married for almost six years. When Not the Momma says that, I should just say to myself "Shut up and do as he says." Nope instead, I whine about how I really don't want to change my clothes. Can't I go like this? Where are we going? Why won't you tell me? Dumb. Dumb. Dumb.

This week's PrompTuesday is to give an inspirational speech in 150 words. I am cheating a bit. I am prefacing this with the fact that between looking at links, etc. I have spent probably 15 minutes on this, and I have no idea how many words I am using. I am sorry for cheating, but I am trying to inspire here... and I'm not talking about something that can easily be summed up in 10 minutes and 150 words. My inspirational speech is to YOU. YOU who are reading about this. Find out what the heck is going on.

Fancy, I am not. I always want to be that woman who has it all together, bakes creative and beautiful, yet healthy food. I want to be the woman whose house is immaculate and well put-together. In the back of my mind I desire for my house to look like it came out of a Pottery Barn catalog, my food to look like the pictures in the cookbooks, and my family to be dressed well, and act like the perfect Christian family. I try to reach for these dreams and I often find that I fall short. Because, Fancy, I am not.

Who knew that I would have so much help with this whole 'letter' theme this month? I got my X back. Yes sirree BOB! After losing my X during a 'routine laptop cleaning' (HA!), I lost it. I looked. I looked under and in and around the chair where said cleaning took place. I looked everywhere. I even ripped apart a vacuum bag (Yes, Nessa, I looked IN the vacuum!) and dumped its contents onto the floor looking for that X. X. Was gone. Not to be found.