SIDENOTE: excuse me

I could sit here and give you a million excuses (slash real reasons) for having taken a break for the past weeks.  It comes down to long hours at the office, and quite frankly, not being in the mood.  Sue me, or just accept my apology (which I realize I didn't really give). The excuses, however, are quite the segue into the theme of today's post and all the amazing ways I've seen things justified (NOTE: from myself and others) recently.

• An HMOH is allowed to throw herself a bridal party pity party. It's ok to sulk in the countless hours planning other people's happiness.  I would at least be considerate and invite everyone with a + 1 to this soiree.

•  Laundry = exercise. You know the classic Wonder Years song  "I Get By with a Little Help From my Friends" (yes, my love of all things Kevin Arnold trumps The Beatles). Well, I also get fat with a little help from my friends. Skipping the elliptical is fine. Bending down to put clothes in the washer equals crunches and folding laundry is a sick arm workout.  Why not have clean underwear and buns of steal? 

• Serves Him Right.  
• "I've decided that since NAME is unavailable to date, I'm going to sleep with OTHER NAME this weekend."
• "Well, serves NAME right."

• Match.com is to find my "Mr. Right". Match.com is actually to find "Mr. Yea Right" and pass along ridiculous messages to brighten your friend's day.  Like this one introductory email in response to "How was your weekend?"  ... 

• "Had to go to Patient First for a blood pressure check (getting older sucks) that ended up taking 3.5 hours so I didn't get any work done so now instead of watching basketball I have to throw in a little tax work." Seriously player? That's what you've got?

Alright folks, no more excuses.  I'm down to apply myself to the blog.  This little bad boy's first birthday is coming up soon and I'm thinking about doing something special.

-HMOH