Instead of telling you about my day/week/month, I think, I will show you the receipt from my stop at the grocery store on my way home, which followed my stop at Old Navy for 2 more pairs of those super cheap shoes, during which I found myself wondering, "Does the murder show on my face?"
That's right, bitches.
The salsa is for
missdeviant, whom I AM VISITING THIS WEEKEND!! I leave tomorrow for five whole days with the expat, or the expat's expat, or the artist formerly known as the expat, or whatever. I can't be blamed, I'm already halfway through the first(generous, stemless) glass of $8.99 wine, which I intend to keep drinking like a prescription, and the pizza is still in the oven (shut up about Dude Night, E, YOU DON'T KNOW ME!!!!).
Did we lock all the doors?
Check!
Did we win all the wars?
Check!
Did we wash in the creek, brush our teeth, go to pee, did we dress like whores?
Check check check!!!
That's Not The Issue -
Wilco