i think i'm going a little bat shit crazy. with all the moving and the packing and the cleaning and the spackling. i mean it's just straight madness around here. and my last day babysitting M, S and P was last week so i'm a little sad. and a little bored. and there are boxes and random things and bubble wrap and just STUFF everywhere. so i thought i would start off my morning by watching a few television shows on my computer, when i heard them. THE NEIGHBOR BOYS AND THEIR BALL. THAT DAMN BALL. BOUNCING AGAIN AND AGAIN AGAINST THE WALL OF MY BEDROOM. and i'm like OMG I SWEAR IF THEY DON'T STOP DOING THAT I'M GOING TO MARCH OUTSIDE AND GIVE THEM AN EARFUL. only i wouldn't really do that because my outfit thus far today consists of the following" a pink babydoll nightie and men's sweatpants with the elastic around the ankles. it's sort of conflicting: like sexy on the top softball player on the bottom. so obviously i was in no shape to be storming around outside yelling at children.
so i texted JJ, "the idiot children are outside with their stupid ball again."
he said, "that sucks"
i said, "i know, can't an out-of-work loser watch some reality television in peace!??!?!?!"
to which he didn't respond.
so i said, "LOL" as an afterthought to make myself look less-loserish.
omg i'm so embarrassing. and here i am, blogging away, still wearing the hideous conflicting outfit.
OFF TO CLEAN MYSELF UP PEACE OUT