I always pick the "bad news". I like to end on a high note.
The Bad News:
Last night Audrey puked her entire dinner back onto her plate. She's not sick this time. I think I just shouldn't let her have a juice box with dinner. She sucked it down like a camel and it just didn't agree with her I guess. I am really sick of cleaning up barf.
The kitchen sink is cloggity clogged and I can't use my dishwasher either as it is backing up into it as well.
I have to pay someone to come fix it.
Winter has arrived. Sitting outside with my laptop and cigarettes isn't as enjoyable when I'm shivering.
Starbucks still has not called me back about an interview. Now I have to call and do the whole "just checking in" bullshit.
The Good News:
I can pull my size 6 pants off without unbuttoning them (straight out of the dryer!).
I have an excuse to go shopping.
Not sure which category this goes in:
I am woefully addicted to Scrabulous on Facebook.
For Your Scrapbook
- ► 2008 (100)
- The only way she can rebel is to become a vegetari...
- One Track Mind
- At least he's not a Scientologist
- Why I love living in Normal, IL
- My head hurts
- Reason #4852 I Shouldn't Own a Gun
- Is it just me?
- Which do you want first?
- It Has Begun
- It's Tattoos, Ya'll!
- Reality check
- "Write what you know"
- I Wish I Still Did Drugs
- ▼ November (13)