It's okay...that my baby likes Ke$ha. One of her songs came on in the car the other day and Skeeter kicked her legs like crazy. She got it from her father, obviously. Ugh, but is it really okay?
It's okay...to leave a mess in the kitchen after cooking a meal. Or, you know...all the time...
It's okay...that I told my hubby I don't mind hunting hogs or deer. But I draw the line at cuddly animals, like bears.
It's okay...that I enjoy children events more than my child. Zoo, anyone?
It's okay...that I went to sleep at 7 p.m. last Saturday. And slept until 8:30. Hallelujah.
It's okay...that I woke up nauseous from eating raw cookie dough.
It's okay...that I'll
probably definitely still eat raw cookie dough.