Let's just say my life doesn't revolve around 3 a.m. feedings, my mans screaming, "But I own this trailer!" as he throws whiskey bottles through our corn husk drapes, and making sweet love behind Old Man Pumpernickel's marijuana patch during Sunday church services.
Monday, March 22, 2004
Ugh ... it smelled like diarrhea on the bus today. Someone cut the cheese, let it sit on the counter for a few weeks ... and Dutch Ovened the passengers.