I swear. Sometimes, I'm such a jackass.
I had written a post about my daughter. And about Vegas. It was oozing with The Cheese, (because it's been a very long time since I've brought The Cheese.) It was a very long post, that took me a very long time to write. There was talk how my daughter made me cry because she was wearing my watch and of my engorged boobs and about milking myself in the shower and about HOW I COULDN'T STOP TALKING ABOUT MY ENGORGED BOOBS THE ENTIRE TIME I WAS IN VEGAS because "Jackass forgot to bring her breastpump."
But I got all paranoid that it sucked (because, well, it kinda did suck) and I thought it made it sound like I didn't have fun in Vegas and I DID have fun in Vegas, so, I DELETED THE ENTIRE POST.
Now, I want it back, but I can't ever get it back because DELETING IS FINAL, Jackass.
Lesson learned? Never delete... DRAFT.
(p.s. Dooce is now officially kicking my ass, which, DUH. And that is the last you'll hear about that. I promise.)







Aw, honey. :( I'm sorry.
Well, live and learn, right? Draft! :)