so far: i've made my work sandwich
my dad is coming to visit for the weekend tomorrow, and i am having tens of thousands of heart attacks. chores that NEED to be finished by then include (but don't you think they are limited to): cleaning our bedroom, cleaning the kitchen/living room, vacuuming out my car, bathing the smelly dogs, making the quickest trip to the grocery store, EVER, and making a cd of new orleans tunes for the papouse.
ugh.
OH. and scrubbing the massive spot of bird shit off of my hood, that happened to appear the day after i washed my car for the first time in god knows how long.
and i just spilled mate all over myself. not my afternoon, kids.
now to go get licked in the face by dogs until 6:30.
ugh.
OH. and scrubbing the massive spot of bird shit off of my hood, that happened to appear the day after i washed my car for the first time in god knows how long.
and i just spilled mate all over myself. not my afternoon, kids.
now to go get licked in the face by dogs until 6:30.