Late night last night. Lay-hayte. Of course, booze was involved. Of course, hangover follows suit. And as with hangovers, they are usually accompanied by a busy day.
Before noon, I managed to pick out baby mama clothes, go birthday shopping, lay mulch around trees, craft myself to pieces, and fix the patio table. All on about 4 hours' sleep. Now my hands smell like manure, I have a cut on my finger, and I'm still effed for any hope of a decent Father's Day gift. Oh, plus I managed to sit my dress-and-thonged ass on a dime that was baking in the sun on the driver's seat of my car. Sweet mother.
Anyhooo *happy blog, happy blog* , well the weather is fantastic. And tonight I get to totally relax, sleep, play video games, sleep, watch TV, and be waited on by a pretty fantastic guy who knows how not to comment on my snacking ability. Did I mention sleep?
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