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.
Jude got tested for RLC last week, and we're still waiting to hear the results. I just know he'll get in. He's obviously a genuis- the kid can NOT follow directions. That's how you know if someone is a genius. Jude is planning in his head how to take over the world and simultaneously come into possession of ALL the skateboards and candy in the U.S. It's really unreasonable for me to expect that he can also pick up his socks and flush the toilet. But I am an unreasonable bitch, so really I don't mind filling the role.
My job = I am so very, very tired. THAT'S ALL I'M SAYING.
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.