So, this is post 100. On the eve of my birth. Whoopdeedoo.
The universe really hates me &/or Murphy has had too much caffeine, and is freakin wide awake. I'm wondering if this evening is so shitty just so that when tomorrow is just a normal ho-hum day, I can say to myself, "self, at least it was better than yesterday." Whatevah.
Andrew has perfected the evil side of being 8. Bugger. Again, good thing he is cute.
Well, litter boxes are clean. Dinner dishes are done. Cats have found their nightly nesting nooks. One ice hockey game and two baseball games on, yet the tv is off. I'm going to my cave. Yes, I'm a heterosexual female. I'm totally PMSing.
Here's to hoping/wishing I wake up tomorrow much wiser and mellow...
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