Doesn’t it suck when you mess on the computer for hours with nothing but a f’d up mess when you’re done. I did that with setting up my two at home on network. On the phone to Customer Service (do they really think I want to hear that they see the Taj Mahal out the window?…so, I see a goat running down the avenue) and they finally tell me to go to some secret location to put in some odd code. WHO WOULD KNOW TO DO THAT??

Guilty! I always told my last b/f he was being moody. Why? Does it help? NO. It just perpetuates the problem. I don’t do that anymore. Moody people are the last ones that want to hear it. They know they’re moody….they don’t care. They just want to spread the joy. “I’m on a mission…I gotta cause…”

Last night I cancelled my plans and (after I dropped my kids off) had margarita’s at home alone. Why are they never as good at home?
TGIF!!!