It seems like I have a million and one things to say until I sit down at this god-forsaken piece of crap. Or that I have been things to do. Which I don't. I usually just fall asleep and am mean to Jared when he gets home. I'm a wench this past week. I'm pretty sure I called my mom so I had somebody to make me feel better and then realised it was probably just so I had somebody to be mean to and complain at. Not even to. I'm a wretch. And I need to fall down the stairs or something. *sigh*
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Hmmmmm.....you were not too terribly grumpy and by the second call you had lots of great news. Glass half full/glass half empty - you decide. Love Mom xo
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