Never Too Tired To Diss Uggs

I promise promise promise to you that I will not blog daily about being freaking pregnant.  I know that NO ONE CARES about weird or bothersome pregnancy symptoms except other pregnant women, and maybe one's own mother.  Maybe.  So I will just say that I have been so freaking tired.  So tired that I go to bed at the embarrassing hour of 9:45 pm.  And when the alarm goes off at 7 am, I lie there, completely astonished that I have to lift my heavy limbs out of bed and start the getting-five-kids-breakfastathon.   If I sit down on the couch in the middle of the day, my eyes start to droop and suddenly, ten minutes later, I have no idea where I am and feel a bit of drool seeping out the corners of my mouth.  I have even been almost too tired to shovel chocolate chip cookies and Andes mints into my mouth.  Almost, but not quite.

I know, dear readers:  your wise advice?  STOP GETTING PREGNANT in your late thirties, for eff's sake. 

Point taken.

I am NOT too tired, however, to express my utter chagrin and dismay at these crimes against humanity: 

Uggs are bad enough, you all.  But:  Uggs with sequins?  Uggs with BLING?  Any female over the age of 10 commits a heinous fashion crime for wearing something so ridiculous. 

With that I am going to slurp down another Capri Sun and go to bed.