Searching

Ever have to look for something but you're not sure what you're looking for? Me too. I have to find a guys name on a bill that was paid a couple of years ago, maybe in January. And that's literally all the info I have. I'm not even sure where to start. Yah.

Other than that, I've been trying to think about what to blog today. I had a headache most of yesterday; Tim Horton's was out of triple chocolate muffins this morning; I'm going scrapbooking tomorrow.

I could blog about feet, I guess. I don't like them, I think they're ugly. Like creepy ugly. I don't mind looking at a woman's foot in a sandle as long as her toenails are painted. I can't stand looking at men's feet period. In a sandle or out of one. And don't get me started on the arch. I was so worried when my boys were little that they'd have small arches, or even no arches. Husaband has a nice arch and therefore I can live with his feet. And yes, I checked out his feet before we started to date seriously. And yes, I am that shallow. If I saw a guys feet and they didn't have a nice arch, I wouldn't even consider going out with him. And just so you don't think my feet are superior to yours, I think mine are ugly too. But in a cute sort of way.