The shit? You know, from my house? It's all gone and on its way to you. And it didn't even cost $100, which really surprised me and made my checking account happy. And Jimi's going to be so happy to see the living room again!
I was a bitch to Jimi all day yesterday. As a token of his appreciation, he laid out my clothes for today, including socks that match each other AND match my shirt. (That never happens - who has time to find socks that match their outfit? Finding socks that match each other is hard enough.) And my panties and bra match too! I feel like I should get a gold star for being so fucking fashionable. Jimi probably has earned a blowjob. (Don't tell him I said that, okay? Don't tell my mom I said that either.)
I found a semi-Christian fiction romance novel that I really, really like. It's fluff, but it's so easy to read fluff. Sometimes fluff is all you need.
I've only chewed off one of my fingernails in the last seven days; that's almost a record. The problem is, now they're long enough where I can feel them - they're not bitten down even with the skin on my fingertips any longer. This is the danger zone; this is when I feel the tips of my nails over and over again, and I worry the edges incessantly until, finally, one little edge gives and then the entire growth is history, chewed upon and spat out.
Our grass won't stop growing. It just gets taller and taller and taller and taller.
I just realized I didn't put any notes or cute little cards or anything inside the packages I mailed. So, if you get a random package from Natalie in Kentucky and you're all "WTF?", it's from me. Kari, you got the leftover crap. :) And someone's husband is going to be very confused.
Life is peaches and cream and strawberries with sugar.
It's about to storm like a motherfucker. We had a nasty squall roll through early this morning, but this one's a bit more slow-moving. It's been creeping in for an hour, and the first drops are just starting to fall.
I'm gonna go back out on the porch and watch.
Happy Monday, Friends!