Not Me Monday!

Happy Monday everyone, and Welcome to the Blog Carnival brought to us by MckMama and enjoyed by many.

First off, I just want to say has it already been a week since my last "Not Me?" Guess so.

I did not HAVE A STINKING BLAST with all the Mr. Daddy and Rachel fun and games in the comment sections HERE and HERE thanks to Pam D. I am mature and have many more things to do than keep up with comments for like an entire week.

I did not admit to playing with my Great Aunt Jo's "fake boob" in Rachel's "Not Me" comment section of her post today, either. That would be so silly. Plus, I never did such a thing as a child.

As also mentioned in Rachel's comment section, Dylan did not remove his diaper at his 2 hour visitation with his dad last week and sling poop all over the room. :) And he isn't even to the age when he can do mean things just because we put him up to it either! ;)

I was not slightly disappointed that there was no more poop slinging on his overnight visit this past Saturday night, either. But I did hear reports of biting, so Dylan did not totally disappoint.

I have not spent hours a little while searching the world wide web for party ideas and designs for my aunt's 60th birthday party in just shy of 3 weeks from now. I am not totally excited and wish I had endless resources at my expense to throw her the best Sixty Shindig ever had, either.

I am not hoping and praying (and asking you all to join in with my family) that my Cuzzin Robyn will be up to the trip here for the big day of the party, as well.

Our new signal to let Aunt Susie (or lovingly referred to as "Doo Doo" by Dylan) know that Dylan is sleeping is not to place Walter the Duck (Dylan's dancing, hopping, singing "If You're Happy & You Know It" duck from great aunt deane) in the front window because he kinda "glows" through the window pane.

I have not watched "We Are Marshall" three times this weekend, either. Not because it is about our (well, West Virginia's) very close college that suffered a horrific tragedy. A school that I have drove by a million times, been in (but not attended class), gone to football games there, plus was born right down the street from Marshall University in Huntington. AND gotta LOVE me some Matthew Mcconaughey action too. I did not cry every time I watched it either, even though I have watched it like 20 times already. I know this paragraph does not make any attempt at grammatical correctness, but I am too sleep deprived to care.

Counting the "Not Me" button that links to MckMama's page, I did not link up to SEVEN seperate posts/linky things/whatever you want to call them. That would be WAAAAY over the top, and I am NEVER over the top. Ahem.

At that last admiting of guilt, I am not going to curl up in my 'invisible chair' and go to sleep for a bit. Then laundry awaits.

Happy Monday!