not bad...not too damn bad.
So, um...because I can't do a damn thing for my birfday until Friday (when we are actually given time off to do what we please [aka READ!!]), I went to the local convenience store and bought a tall-boy and a lottery ticket.
I'm trying to decide whether or not I'm white trash (or as Stewie would say, deliciously white trash.
For all of you that commented on my facebook wall and sent emails and kept my phone ringing off the damn hook today, thank you. You all have made my day a pleasant one and left me a happy, happy girl.
At least it wasn't like last year...I'd be crying right now. No ma'am. There's no crying in birthdays.
I'm trying to decide whether or not I'm white trash (or as Stewie would say, deliciously white trash.
For all of you that commented on my facebook wall and sent emails and kept my phone ringing off the damn hook today, thank you. You all have made my day a pleasant one and left me a happy, happy girl.
At least it wasn't like last year...I'd be crying right now. No ma'am. There's no crying in birthdays.