Our schedule continues to be ridiculous and is not likely to change anytime in the forseeable future.
So every time I try to post it winds up being a big long whine-fest about the panic attacks I have when I see our calendar with tinges of my fantasies about chucking that motherfrakker out the window. Who wants to read that?
Hell I don't even want to write it.
So I won't.
Here is me in a nutshell:
Grumble whine complain eat junk food ignore the treadmill feel guilty grump at someone out loud or in my head.
Rinse and Repeat.
I think maybe I will just post pictures of things I like until after Thanksgiving.
Think I can find one of a unicorn farting rainbows?
THAT would be happy and interesting at least.