My mom called last night and asked if I was done with my pity party. Yes I am. She reminds me of Cher's character in Moonstruck. *slap* "Snap out of it!"
I got an email from my Auntie A that made me laugh.
With the caption: Swine Flu paranoia gets out of hand....
For some reason I have the date Oct 23 stuck in my head. This generally means something good or something bad is going to happen that day. I am not saying I am psychic, but I got a feeling.
The kids were playing "zombies" the other night. (aren't they the coolest!) I am not going to worry until they actually start biting people.
Elizabeth keeps getting into the trash at night and it is driving me slightly bonkers. By slightly I mean it is full on driving me insane.
OK, I need to go start packing my house and calling the electric, water, and cable companies. Oh freakin happy days are here again! Calgon take me away!