Not that kind of buggery!
I could have blogged earlier today but I’m pouting.
In between throwing outright hissy fits
my lovah left.
Merlot got in the car and told me she hates every boy in her class
except one and she mostly hates him too.
I opened my mouth to tell her not to say ‘hate’.
Then I shut it because I wasn’t feeling it today.
I’ll tell her tomorrow.
On the bright side, Jumping Bean’s egg did survive the 2 story drop.
It went down cushioned in a tiny Brighton bag
(that held her 5th grade graduation pressie from my mom)
sitting in the tissue
with the bag handles tied with yarn
to Merlot’s Asian paper hat that
she/we made at her field trip last week.
Sucker just parachuted down and landed gently.
You’re welcome to anyone that just happens to need this info.
I’m off tonight, Stanley is on his way. I’m going to the crash pad
where I will be alone to pout some more.
This is such bullshit.