This is why blogspot needs a reply-to-comments option. I choose door number three, Kamille.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Visiting my parents wounds my soul. Every single time.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
I have the hardest time driving through Salt Lake when I get to about 45th South, because the animal shelter has that big marquee that shows pictures of some of the adoptable pets available. I always want to take them all home with me and I hate that I can't.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
I was endowed ten years ago today. During the tornado, actually. My cousin told me at the time that he thought the tornado was a sign of some kind. There are times when I think he might have been right.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Someday there will be a day when I am not exhausted. Today is not that day. Somehow I doubt tomorrow will be that day either.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
I'm sorry, but who the hell has carpet cleaners over at 8 pm on a Saturday night? That stupid machine has been running outside my door for nearly an hour now.
*adds yet ANOTHER reason to the list of why I HATE MY NEIGHBORS*
