so like...all day, every day, i sit at home taking care of the house...the baby...the dog...and making sure the husband unit is happy when he gets home. but like...some times, i just get so fed the fuck up with cleaning this, doing that, folding these over here, OH WAIT I FORGOT ABOUT THAT TOO!

for reals tho.

daily television routine?

wake up - 10am - cartoons

10-11 - price is right

11-12 - cops

12-1 - steve wilkos

1-2 - jerry springer

2-3 - lets make a deal

then what the fuck ever.

i have absolutely been adoring my robbah time lately. we used to talk all the time...he kept me sane while husband unit was gone to war. we didn't talk very much after bradford came home. but now we've been talking on almost a daily basis, which makes me happy...we've been friends for a long time, and idk what i'm gonna do if he's never in my life...as i've told him before, he's my #2 bff (aside from my husband) with a penis. which is true. like, he's gone through a lot of shit with me, and he's put up with me being a bitch-hole and i <3 him for it.

also, its almost xmas time, which means vacation to the midwest! ohio here we come betch. christmas, family, drinking, football game...i cant wait. i'm very much excited about this.

<3