Death Becomes Her
Tuesday, December 30th, 2003I feel like death warmed over. We worked for eight solid hours doing nasty grunt work like scrubbing baseboards and defrosting the freezer, but now we are done done done done!!!!! Free, free, free, freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!! Mike even survived my grouchiness, and that’s not an easy task. I hate it when I feel myself […]

