Stretch Pants are your Friends
You know you've gotten to the point of no return when you pray to your pants every morning for mercy. "Please fit, I promise I won't get any mud on you today..."
I've got a lot of score studying to do tonight. Regina's husband is home (oh joy) and there's a hound dog in a small kennel in the back of his truck. It's like 40 degrees out there and who knows how long it's been sitting there! It's really pitiful. He's whining and scratching at the kennel. *sniff* I don't know if that amounts to animal cruelty or it's just the pounding of my poor animal-sensitive heart.
Stupid internet. There's never a good signal to steal when you need it. I need to send Nicky a birthday card. He's so old.
I've got a lot of score studying to do tonight. Regina's husband is home (oh joy) and there's a hound dog in a small kennel in the back of his truck. It's like 40 degrees out there and who knows how long it's been sitting there! It's really pitiful. He's whining and scratching at the kennel. *sniff* I don't know if that amounts to animal cruelty or it's just the pounding of my poor animal-sensitive heart.
Stupid internet. There's never a good signal to steal when you need it. I need to send Nicky a birthday card. He's so old.