The Never-Ending Ramblings...

Do I really have to?

Jw again. WTF? I hate it. Even though I know its good for me. It’s like cleaning out from under your bed. You know you’ll find something fun, money, a missing article of clothing, a detention slip your daughter was supposed to give you to sign. Well, okay, that’s not fun, but money is always fun. Well, actually, now that I think about it, it’s more like taking really bad tasting medicine, like Niquil. It sucks. You squeeze your eyes shut trying to cut off your sense of smell hoping that will reduce the grossness of it all.

I’m going to a committee meeting tonight. Laney will be at the Prince demo thing so she won’t fuss too much about staying longer than she has too. Oh, wait, I forgot, she’s a teenager…she will fuss no matter WHAT I tell her. At any rate, I will be late tonight. So this will be the only writing I get done today. Why am I not happier about it? Ugh, grrrrr,