Can someone please tell me where the hell my day went? Because really, if you tell me that I spent the entire day cleaning and packing and yet still have more to do tomorrow, well, I just may have to plummet myself off of the nearest cliff. Granted, this is Texas. We have no cliffs. So, the nearest one would be hundreds of miles away which would mean I would have to get in my car. I just don’t feel like getting in my car and driving. This day has been too long as it is.
So, please, don’t tell me that I spent the whole day cleaning and packing and yet still have more to do tomorrow. Make something fun up. Something nice, though. Nothing that will induce killer-curtain-attack type dreams, though. Give a poor, worn out gal a break!