Sad but True...

Since we are still in the beginning stages of our relationship here, I should share a little more about myself with you all. (You know, I'd at least like you to know some of my quirks before we get to second base or anything like that.)
I have been known to drive to the McDonald's in Atlantic for an iced tea and nothing else....their tea is that good. Sad but true.
I have also been known to drive to the Hometown Foods in Guthrie Center for a container of their blackberry pepper jelly and nothing else...Sad but true.
I will spend more time on my "we are staying in with no kids" beauty routine than I will on my "it's time to go out in public and see people" beauty routine. Sad but true.
I will judge you on what you bring to a potluck dinner....a boxed brownie mix or cake mix I can handle, but if you're trying to pass off deli potato salad as your own, bring in a Suddenly Salad (which is obvious as fuck) or stop at Pizza Hut on the way in, I will look down on you. Sad, but true.
If you order any cut of meat well done, I will also look down on you. Hell, I will openly ask WTF is wrong with you....Sad but true.
As much as I profess to not care if people like me or not or agree with my opinion or not, I often feel the need to explain myself further or validate my reasoning when someone disagrees with me...Sad but true.
When people start talking politics or religion or other serious topics in which it is obvious they have no freaking clue as to what they are saying, I get a rabid urge to slap them in the face. Sad but true.
I believe people who use phrases like, "everything happens for a reason" and "God only gives us what we can handle" and "When one door closes another opens" whole heartedly deserve my foot up their ass. Sad but true.
I know that it takes a village and that each and every parent must find a practice that works for them. HOWEVER, when you breast feed or co-sleep until they are five, or do some other funky shit, don't be surprised when I call your ass out on it and tell you you're fucking your child up, because I will. Sad but true. (Okay, maybe not so sad, just a lot of true)

There now I think we are a little more comfortable with each other...:)