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.
The party Saturday night was a huge success. You can tell by the fact that we broke out my flute from seventh grade. That's the mark of a good party- several people taking turns on an instrument they can't play. There was also some trampoline action, as well as some righteous karaoke.
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.