I had planned to blog on Wednesday about an experience I had at a local fast food place but as my week was continuing to plummet, I was forced to look back at the chicken stuffed case- of -burrillo incident with a grin.
When life hands me sour grapes, I stomp the hell out of them, and hope for wine.
So I got a haircut Tuesday evening. You can call me Molly, or Ms. Ringwald if you’re nasty.
I was leaving for work this morning and MY (I did say MY) stainless steel, side/side, refrigerator, FULL, in the garage, DIED. Um, ya.
My dog may or may not be on his last leg, and I may or may not go to the looney bin over it. At any rate, I take him for his first round of blood work today. Bill starting at $165.00 + TT&L. This not including ANYTHING ELSE.
Most of you know we are running an ‘Aquatic Genocide’ (totally stolen from TB, thanks, love it!) at my house. Indeed we lost another one this week. She was nice. Lived a good life. Amen, may she rest in peace.
The toilet bobber flipper dilly in the tank is broken. For 3 weeks now. So if’n you are at my casa and use my potty, please be a sweetie and lift the handle.
I think that may be it for now…..
TBC…..
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