Holly, over at her fabulous blog, June Cleaver Nirvana, does these very cool potlucks* on Mondays and has invited her readers to do their own…so here we go! (to do your own, check out the “rules” here )

*Potluck: random, unorganized thoughts smashed together into one post and branded as a potluck

I’m still alive but I’m barely breathing,
Just prayed to a god that I don’t believe in,
‘Coz I got time while she got freedom,
‘Coz when a heart breaks
no it don’t break even.

Her best days will be some of my worst,
She finally met a man that’s gonna put her first,
While I’m wide awake, she’s no trouble sleeping,
‘Coz when a heart breaks
no it don’t break even, even no.

What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you
What am I supposed to say when I’m all choked up and you’re ok
I’m falling to pieces

- Breakeven (Falling to Pieces) by The Script

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Ok, this is actually 2 words, but it still counts AND I’ve been trying to work it into conversation on twitter for a while now…

WICKED PISSAH

It’s entirely possible that my dog is going to drive me to drink excessively with all of her scratching and itching and licking and licking and scratching. She’s on her second medication from the vet for a ‘bacterial skin infection’. She has no symptoms other than the itching and licking and licking and itching. Where’s my wine??

Boring – it’s got 5 red apples, one green apple, 4 organic bananas and a bunch of tiny oranges. Hmmm…actual fruit in the fruit bowl…not sure that was the idea of this!

I haven’t read my kids nearly the number of books as usual – I’ve been letting them relax with their ipods or DS for a little while before sleeping. Shhh….