At this point, I feel like I'm at mile 22 in a marathon. Doesn't matter I'm mostly done, those last 4 mile I CANNOT DO.
Did I mention I was unsuccessfully trying to print out coupons for my mechanic? I'll try from work tomorrow.
And I still need to do my taxes.
Seriously, sara, the universe needs to let up on you.
I've had worse weeks, I'm sure, but this year has been unrelenting in deal-now-stupid shit with barely a chance to enjoy the good stuff. I just want to not be constantly in a reactive state.
A baby's reaction to seeing his reflection: So We Meet Again!!
My loathing of Newt Gingrich is such that I'm thinking of picking up whynewtsucks.com in case he runs.
He asked his first wife for a divorce while she was in the hospital being treated for ovarian cancer. She was his math teacher and they started seeing each other when he was 16. She put him through college and grad school, then he dumped her for the woman he was having an affair with during his early campaigns. (I was a reporter in his district at the time.) He had to be taken to court to pay his children's orthodontist bills. He was having an affair with the woman who became wife number three while castigating Clinton for Monica Lewinski. He is an evil, evil man.
The squirrel landed in my cleavage.
Oh, Ginger. You're like a like vortex of chaos generation. Which is really not your nature so I'm assuming it's weird physics.
I will give you money to buy the domain and host that shit.
I did not flounce, ALTHOUGH NO ONE SEEMED CONCERNED!@!!!! I was at Ash Wednesday services, repenting, LIKE MANY OF YOU NEED TO.
I was at Ash Wednesday services, repenting, LIKE MANY OF YOU NEED TO.
I am sincerely sorry that you are a flounce queen.
I was at Ash Wednesday services, repenting, LIKE MANY OF YOU NEED TO.
Still the nicest? I leave it up to all of you to decide. Sinners.
Sara asked about Ash Wednesday tonight, and about Lent. I explained how some people give something up during. To which she replied, "But where would I put it?"