Oh, I know I have been neglecting my blog, I'm sorry. Our Johnson clam has had a busy summer and now we are gearing up for back-to-school madness. I'm not really going to update you all on the summer because honestly my memory is not that great and seriously my camera broke. Losing my mind is something I don't intentionally do, it just sort of happens. I MUST have lost my mind when I left my camera within reach of my little monsters. (they are not really monsters, they just sound more animated when i call them that.) Well one of the Johnson Three got a hold of my camera and POOF, roto! So I will amuse you all with my latest gripe.
Don't get me wrong children are a blessing but, really, do they need to leave me with all this proof of motherhood?! I have been cursed with my Mothers genes. No, not mom pants.....really, really bad elastin(not sure of spelling on this one). Carey, my nephews mom refers to this as F.O.P.A(fat over panty area). Mine is soooo much worse than that. I like to call that area S.K.I.N F.L.A.P(some kinda irritating nonsense flapping lazily above pantyline). To anyone who watches Kate plus8, remember her showing what her stomach looked like before surgery, I have that! Whats not fair about that? Kate had six babies growing in her uterus and I only had ONE! I have been thinking about getting a tummy tuck. Why must they be so darn expensive and why cant insurance cover it? I really think that this is a medical necessity. Do you think it would be unethical for me to fund-raise for it? I could hold car washes, wrist band sales, pop can drives, and maybe a penny drive. Who am I kidding? I know that in the end I will scrimp and save. Unless.....one of you know a plastic surgeon who would like to hook me up? Until then I will just have to keep tucking in the S.K.I.N F.L.A.P.
