Yesterday was my sister-in-laws birthday (HI PAM). I need cake.
I love cake.
Tomorrow is going to be so busy. I hate being busy. Doing..stuff. I hate that. Stupid dishes. And broom. Why do I even need a broom? It's not like the cheerios on the floor have an expiration date..right? I like my jammies and coffee and fuzzy cat-chewed slippers.
But whatever. Eye on the prize people. Cake. last night some fucktard had the nerve to call me during Deal or no Deal. Pisses me off. The only damn TV I watch and they just happen to call me during? Bitch slap waiting to happen I tell ya.
So then they offered me 150 bux MORE then I was asking for my snakes. Fine, I forgive them. But now we have to drive the girls down to the city tomorrow and then get ready to drive back the opposite way to my dads for Cake. This definitely falls under the category of stuff.
Icky work-like stuff. I'm probably going to have to put pants on before two.
And, AND, now Mother Nature is fucking with me. She's really picking my buns! Scraping my seseme seeds One By One.
There is a winter storm warning in effect which is busy wreaking havoc with my plans. Speaking of plans. It suddenly occurred to me that I will actually have to pack clothes and shit for the kids. Go figure. I'm gonna make the brats earn their keep and pack for themselves, I mean, what's the worst that can happen?
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