So, I stuck my face under the fence. So... I got a little schmuzty. You would have thought that the world has ended... Momma had a meltdown of sorts. Seriously woman, get a grip, get a new lampshade, get a life, get some
Prozac,wine anyone...vermouth? Massage? Hot bath? (Yea I known...only a hooman would find a hot bath soothing...freaks!)
Thank Dogness JD decided to romance me. It distracted her from the fact that even a wet towel did not really wipe away my new found "maquillage".
I won't bore you with the stresses and dramas of my household, but someone will be neutered over a dent on the fridge door. It's either that or they have to make the thing all healed. Deep breath. She is staring at me. Dang it, better go take cover... I feel some sort of blueberry facial scrub coming on...
Oh yea... The answer to the question is ...grass. Grass is on the other side of the fence. Grass, and no, it's not greener.
Don't ask... It's a royal mess. Being in survival mode is not fun...
Today they take the appliances away. Sniff... Guess what momma is NOT doing? Baking...cooking...living...
The thing is... She is cleaning, I know right? Here is a sponge momma... The ocean has spilled, go to it... They claim they are making "progress". No, don't ask me. All is see is what I see... A MESS!
You know, the hotel was ok, it was really nice, but it is a hotel... Take away the joys of the elevator and lobby and you are left with a hotel... I am not thrilled, let's just say it. Deep breath, belly rubbing time.
No more lemonade! Making lemonade out of lemons only works for the Florida Growers! Up here in Va...it's not working.
I am going back to bed. And rain too? Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh".........😱😡😣