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At 1, heading to a 2-hour karate demonstration, where the town can watch me sit with my ex and his wife. Send amusing texts, please.
| The upcoming rainy days are the Wicked Witch in reverse here: our dog's skunking weeks ago will be brought back to acrid life. Gag. |
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| Maybe St. Patrick's Day will extend into Easter weekend. A death by alcohol, followed by arising thanks to pure sugar. |
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| You might not have noticed, but the sky is gorgeous tonight. The spring constellations are scrolling into place. |
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| The jury is out. How the hell DO you mend a broken heart? Answers welcome. |
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| Whatever happened between the first (great) and second (gah) Fred Claus trailers I feel certain I will find out on Friday night. |
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| I miss hanging with my sons without an eye on the clock. |
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| Halloween (thank you) is over. Now the nation turns its lonely eyes to the Uber Holidays. Dang. Divorce? You suck. |
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| Back on the school schedule chain gang. Homework hell, then dinner. Then more homework hell. Then bedtime. (Repeat homework hell if needed.) |
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| Packing one boy for camp. Hating the weather forecast. Loving the boy, who keeps saying, No big deal, Mom. I'll be fine. |
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| Life in The House of Boys. Where do they get the: 1. Energy, 2. Energy and 3. Weapons. Someone duct taped a sword to a baseball bat. |
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| Recovering from the drug, which was extremely nice for about 5 seconds. I miss it. Iove it. (If I was younger, I'd have its children.) |
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| All right, GrammaK. I'll let it go for now. Maybe now you've aced your test you can get a job wherein idle computer chat is rewarded. |
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| GrammaK is blowing me off. Guess she must have aced her test and is feeling cocky. Blueloggy...what is your sister's twitter name? |
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| Errgh. Need 10 days sleep. !0 days not coming. Not even 10 hours. Update: need 10 months sleep. |
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