Tres decadent, no?
Yesterday was a fun writing day—lots of plotting, planning, writing and much-needed enthusiasm—but my bubble got popped. Renewed meh factor heightened as I tried really hard to sleep, so I removed to the sofa so as not to keep the husband awake with what I call tossing and turning, but which he so lovingly refers to as barrel-rolling. I woke up still depressed, but with such a crick in my neck I look like Quasimodo and with cat hair all over me.
I’m told when my husband kissed my cheek and told me to have a good day, I snarled and bared my teeth at him.
Just a hunch, but I’m guessing Romanceland—with it’s ever-so-cheerful current climate—is not a good place for me to be today, so I shall arm myself with an old toothbrush and a box of baking soda and commence to scrubbing obscure corners of my house. Tis a far better plan than setting my laptop on fire in the driveway.
And…69 more days until school starts and I already want to take “Star Wars: Battlefront II” out of the PS2 and smash it into a bazillion pieces. Mostly because of the arguing, but also because the boys laugh every time it plays the “Imperial March” and I answer my cellphone only to find nobody’s calling me. I’m not changing my Darth Vader ringtone, dammit. It’s an integral part of my evil Sith Mom charm.
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*steals Emma’s Darth Mel icon and slams it here*
I’m sooooooooooo tempted to call your cell, just to let you hear the music. :lmao:
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man, you’re already counting down the day? I know the kids got less than two months, but exactly how many, I dunno.
but i’m sure i’ll figure out it in the next few days. the sitter is on vacation in less than two weeks. help me…:cry:
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:nookie: :nookie:
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Counting the days….yes, I am. :crazy:
Although Mandy making out with me always cheers me up. :noevil:
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What did I miss yesterday?
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My phone moos like a cow. An outraged cow, mind you, but a cow nonetheless. I think that just about shows the difference between our styles. I wanna be you.
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It was a pity party. Mostly it’s over. Mostly.