I'm seeing stars. Are you seeing stars?
Sep. 28th, 2008 06:28 amToday promises to be a b*tch of a day. Thanks to having to pick up Helen at the casino at midnight, I got to bed much later than I intended. And now, for whatever reason, have gotten up a couple hours earlier than I had to.
Sunday, it seems, has devolved into the day that the house gets cleaned and this particular Sunday has, for whatever reason, been designated as the one on which the whole family goes apple picking. Oh yeah, it's because this may be the one Sunday out of the year when Helen isn't working or sitting on her a** at the casino.
Maybe what I need to do is designate one day a week when everyone else is cordially invited to go f*ck themselves.
Sunday, it seems, has devolved into the day that the house gets cleaned and this particular Sunday has, for whatever reason, been designated as the one on which the whole family goes apple picking. Oh yeah, it's because this may be the one Sunday out of the year when Helen isn't working or sitting on her a** at the casino.
Maybe what I need to do is designate one day a week when everyone else is cordially invited to go f*ck themselves.