This is a blog in which I will complain AND muse about absolutely everything in my life BUT NOT MY JOB. I got fired from my last job for this here blog. But that's really a good thing because now I have all this time for bridge and whiskey.
We spent the afternoon at the park today. We ran around and reclined in the grass for a while, which was good for all our spirits. I took Reed to the doctor this morning, and he apparently has some sort of random phantom virus that gives him the fevah, and nothing else. His ears are great, his throat is great, his nose is great, his chest is great. His appetite has waned a bit over the last couple of days, and that's when I really started to worry since I usually have to feed him live, whole cows to keep him sated. But the doctor said he's fine, if a bit sedate.
So I'm looking forward to this weekend, which is a little funny because every day is like Saturday for a jobless wench such as myself. It's a nonstop party over here these days, and I am RSVPing YES.
My deal consists of Jim Beam and hookers.
I also like cheese.
I live in a small town in Alabama with my son, my husband, our alien-like dog Rocky, sometimes my two step-daughters, and a ghost named Marty who makes us peanut butter sandwiches. It's irritating because Marty always leaves knives covered in peanut butter in the kitchen sink, and who do you think has to clean that up? PHIL, IS WHO.