It is 2:15, & I calculate about another hour or two and I can sleep! I made candy-coated popcorn for Boo’s class party, and froze the centers of my naughty chocolates. Before you worry, yes, I’ll post the recipes. 100-proof is involved, so you KNOW it will be good! Doing laundry cuz I haven’t in a week. Confession is less than 24 hours & I haven’t been since last Easter, wonder how many Hail Mary’s I’ll get?? Should I just go balls-out & bring some of my naughty chocolates in hopes of bribing the priest?
Yes, I’m probably going to hell unless God has an amazing sense of humor. I wish Macy’s was like Walmart; open 24/7. If so, I’d just buy my hubs an outfit for tomorrow.
Damn, I am tired! I lost my Klonipin yesterday after I finally got home from the grocery store after an hour being there without getting anything on my list. I hate it when that happens, however, this time was totally NOT my doing! My friggin Jag overheated, yes, in the f-ing parking lot. I called roadside assistance (on my speed dial, well, it is a Jag, even if it is new), my service rep, then feasted with my kids on sugar until the tow truck & my loaner arrived. My son asked, “Mommy, can we go to Jag so I can get candy?”
“Boy, I just bought you candy & soda in the store since we’re stuck here! Besides, they are being nice to bring the loaner to us so we don’t have to go in.”. He, all of seven, believes the dealership is afraid of me after my last tantrum. I believe they are simply going out of their way for the wife of a valued, repeat customer, who happens to not give a fat damn, but rather let the shit from the fan land where it may, who cares if a little splatter catches up to me, I’m still flinging more than I am catching.
Naughty chocolates are finished, and last load in the dryer. I hate this dryer, as it requires two dry cycles, no matter how small the load. One more monkey spank hour till I can sleep.