The one where my husband has lost his mind, took on another class, and I have to play single parent three days a week and I really really really don't think it's much fun, especially when Mom does not drive. Otherwise, I think we'd go to the mall.
Get me some grub.

More proof that I am going to find illegal substances in the walls.

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I have a pile of moving boxes, assorted junk, things that I have found in the house... in the garage to be hauled away, the trash pick up won't take all of it, and it's getting wet.  I call 1-800-GOTJUNK.  They are here.

"Wow, this house has come a long way."

"You have been here?"

"Well, sorta."

Duuuuuuuuuude.  Maybe his number is one of many written on my basement wall?

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