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.
Raising this kid has been 50% absolutely excrutiating, 50% wonderful heartwarming loveliness for the past week or so. He'll be so crazy, so over-the-top angry and uncontrollable until I think that God has finally decided how I'm going to die- by listening to the screeching of a toddler- and then he'll suddenly be listening to every single thing I'm saying, singing songs, kissing me, having conversations with me.
It's enough to drive a sane person crazy. It's a good thing I wasn't sane to begin with.
I've got items for sale on Etsy. There's a little badge down there to the left.
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.