I wonder if there is a way to buy a slightly less razor-sharp razor, this mama just can’t hang with the quintuple blade razors that leave me a bloody mess.
I wonder what it means that when I cracked the package on my nylons yesterday the coupon inside said it had expired in March of ’07. I mean I know it says that I buy cheap-ass nylons, but what else?
I wonder what will happen to Jennifer Aniston when she stops being cute?
I wonder if Sienna Miller will ever…umm scratch that, I couldn’t give two bleeps about Sienna.
You? Wondering anything?
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I wonder if shoes from payless are predestined to make ones feet stink
Not that I have experience with that….*ahem*
I wondered where you were, but now I know.
I also wonder if the flap of skin over my c-section scar will ever go away. Sadly, I think I already know the answer to that one.
BAH! I second Mrs. Chicken in the dire hope that someday, maybe, after many months of working out, will my flap flatten out?
Flap is now on my list of gross words.
I've got nothing…okay, well, maybe, I wonder when Angelina Jolie is gonna fall in love with some other male actor on set and dump Brad and all those kids?
oh girl. i'm still wondering about fax machines and those have been around forever.
I wonder why the things I love to eat don't love me.
I wonder why black coffee gets that irridescent, "oil slick" look on the top. Is it soap from the cup? Is coffee oily? I'm baffled.
I'm wondering how they get Teflon to stick to the skillet when nothing sticks to Teflon.
I'm wondering why no one has ever thrown me a surprise party. Ever. Not even for my 40th birthday. I mean, isn't that monumental or something? Maybe it's because I have no friends that aren't little avatars on my laptop.
I'm wondering why I can't manage to stick with a novel lately. I'm in the middle of three . . .
I'm wondering why people look in their kleenex after they blow their nose. I mean, isn't that gross? It's SNOT, people! Quit staring . . .
I'm wondering if I should go to bed . . .
I wonder why people with really nice cars choose not to use turn signals.
I wonder if I will ever have a complete week without at least one sick kid underfoot. That's what I wonder.
After reading a few of those first comments, I think the only thing I can possibly wonder about now is flaps.
I'm wondering why it's taken me so long to read my blog reader again. Missed you Amanda! Seriously, though, I wonder what happens to the ninety percent of actors currently on TV who never appear in the scandal sheets. See? You can be a celebrity and live a quiet life.
I wonder why there is an expiration date on hose?
I wonder why my umbrella stroller has such short handles on it, that my husband refuses to push it. Can't they be extendable?