I am at 33,000 feet again, but this time, I upgraded to first so no Mr. Stinky, no Ms. Wearing All The Jewelry I Own At Once. No weirdo sitting behind me, eating a tuna salad sandwich. No, wait – a WARM tuna salad sandwich. With lots of onions. I believe all of the above
Trying really hard to break myself of drinking more than one caffeinated beverage per day and, considering the fact that I used to drink about six sugar free Red Bulls on a daily basis only a few months ago, I’m doing pretty well having only the occasional cup of hot tea or diet Dr. Pepper.
My home has literally become a zoo. And now at least two people have told me I need another kitten so that Wormy Kitty has someone to play with. My mom is one of those people. By the way, my mom also thinks I should get in control of my shopping addiction, and then tells
I wish for a real winter this year so all the mosquitos and other bugs will die. I hate bugs with a passion. All these idiots around here who hate cold weather need to shut it this year. I’m sick of worrying that each time I take the dogs out, a West Nile Virus mosquito