DH goes to Vienna, we get snowed in. DH goes to Boston, the basement floods. DH goes to Beijing, the baby has a fever of 103.5.
Saturday, the DH went to NYC for a week of meetings. The nanny was admitted to the hospital yesterday with an infection.
When DH gets back, I am locking him in the basement.
Oh man, Sparky! Good luck dealing.
Jesus. I can't believe I was still working at nearly 1 am on Friday. And coherent, if punchy (reviewing email.) Still not back up, because they are monitoring the power carefully. And there are thunderstorms rolling in this afternoon.
When DH gets back, I am locking him in the basement.
Either that or it's time for you to go out of town.
Dear Charlie Sheen: You don't seem to know the first rule of holes.
Dear Charlie Sheen
I love that man. Truly. Because when I feel all batshit crazy, all I gotta do is look at him, and I feel SO MUCH BETTER about myself.
Because when I feel all batshit crazy, all I gotta do is look at him, and I feel SO MUCH BETTER about myself.
I've dug myself into some pretty deep holes, but he's working on a journey to the center of the earth.
Either that or it's time for you to go out of town.
Like SF!
Also, UGH. I;m sorry you have to deal with that all on your own.
Dear Charlie Sheen: You don't seem to know the first rule of holes.
They're
not
for dicks and coke?