I feel great today. Not only is it Week #2 with my slightly-evil boss on a forced 7-month maternity leave, but I can wear my cowboy boots today. How are these two things related? You must not know me very well.
Why is it that I won't get up right now to go to the bathroom? I've felt the urge for about an hour, yet those MySpace and Facebook pages had to be updated, dammit! The world's social fate rests on whether or not I've updated my current status! No one understands me.
Darin and I are looking at condos on Friday. Mucho expensive, but we need it. It's been a blessing living in the fishbowl, but we need our own place. As do my brother and sister-in-law. It's been fun being freeloaders.
Liberals are whiny.
I need to take a shower. Get up, Louise. Come on, you need to go to work soon. You'll feel better, I promise. Your armpits won't stick together anymore if you just go take a shower. Do it. Come on, you don't even have to wash your hair. Do you remember the last time you took a shower? You need this. JUST GO!!!
Huh? What was that?!? My apologies, esteemed bloggers. Hey, Maury Povich is on!