Impending Doom
The dentist appointment is rapidly approaching, I'm nervous. My mom is flying in which makes me feel slightly better. Randy Quaid got fat. I want to find out how someone becomes a storm spotter, that would rule. I'm tired a lot lately, not quite sure why, I think it might be the meds the dentist prescribed. Isis is curled up on the Sunday paper next to me, too cute :) Jason and I went to mass this morning, my favorite part was when the father remarked, "After the road rage at the Christmas parade, you would think we wouldn't have these parking problems anymore..." Priceless :)