REALLY?

It is one of my favorite words. Really. It is. It can mean so much. Sort of like "Dude", but in a girl kind of way.

"Really?", as in an honest question.
"Really.", as in an honest answer.
"Reaaaally?", as in, "Dude, no way, you have got to be kidding?"
And then there is the MacDaddy of them all...
"REALLY?", as in "You will seriously lose an appendage or suffer a severe poke in the eyeball or be grounded for life (just depends on your audience) if you push me much further." Further? Farther? Eh, that's another blog.

But honestly, can't you just see it? On a sign, I mean. And picture, if you will, just being able to point your finger at the wall next time someone pushes you to the brink of sanity... No longer will you need to take a deep breath and use all the will-power in your being to not holler like a sleep-deprived, motherhood-induced ADD patient, Prozac-underdosed, "no means no" repeating Screaming Mimi... you can just simply... Point.

Well, you won't have to imagine much longer! Your sign of all signs, answer to your prayers, sanity salvation will be available down at The Merc this Friday! Yes, I will post pics before Friday. :)

OH! Which reminds me... The Homemaker will be down at The Merc this Friday from noon to 2p. Come on down and chat awhile!

Why do I need a sign? Because that's just how The Homemaker rolls. Really.