My job is nothing but work.
My man can't find a part time job.
The dog keeps throwing up.
Our landlords want to sell our house to us.
My brother is less crazy.
My sister won't speak to me.
I lost the last little bit of my mind that I was so desperatly clinging to and bought a car. Yes, THE car. amblus, I apologize. I never want to make you cry.
I'll let you drive it if you come visit.
So, I have no time to write, because I am supposed to be en route to meet with my boss for my mid-year review. Confidential to emiloo: I'm not getting fired, so breathe easy.
Crap! Late!