Friday, November 21, 2014

it's friday…. i feel ya.

have you ever had a moment when you just wanted to say to someone, "i feel ya!" when you can just tell that y'all are thinking the same thing, you're totally feeling what they're saying, and all you really wanna do is nod your head and say, "word."
in honor of friday (i feel ya, friday!) here are a few of my "i feel ya" moments from this past week. maybe you can relate. and if you can, then i'm throwing you out a virtual fist bump… 
feel free to say, "word" if it makes you feel better. ;)

i feel ya, liza. every time i go to the store i always choose the buggy with the squeaky wheel. it doesn't matter how smoothly that thing rolls up to the entrance of the store, as soon as i make it far enough into my trip and deep enough into my list - it starts squeaking like a scared mouse. 
drives. me. bonkers.
i feel ya, liza. i feel ya.

i feel ya, laney. sometimes i seriously wonder what in the world is going on with my hair, too. i think, "why won't you just cooperate?!" more times than i'd like to admit.

i feel ya, libbi. i do. there are days when i just want to put on a costume and let loose in an interpretive dance. 
the music - it speaks to me.

i feel ya, liza. slurping spaghetti noodles is good for the soul. i hear it cuts back on calories, too. but that's neither here nor there.

i feel ya, camila alves. i can never get my three kids to look at the camera and smile either. and don't even get me started on trying to get jeffrey to enjoy a family photo opp. i
t's pretty much impossible to get a decent family picture these days. nice try though. i feel ya.

i feel ya, minnesota coach. when i want an ice cream… i want an ice cream. period.

i feel ya, liza. sometimes those publix commercials get to me, too. their thanksgiving ads will pull at your heartstrings.

i feel ya, little guy. i feel ya.

and finally-
i feel ya, laney. it's friday and sometimes all i wanna do is collapse on the couch. 
i feel ya, girl

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