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.
Saturday, June 05, 2004
Had fun with Shotgun Toter and her track nerds today.
Officially 18 years old.
When's my unassuming wardrobe, 9-5 job, passive husband, two kids, a lab, Royal Doulton dinnerware, refugee maid and house in New Jersey arriving?