Do you know what I like about the snow? Not a God. Damn. Thing. Not that I wouldn't still be wallowing in a vat of crabitude were it a balmy, sixty degree, sun-filled day. I seem to have caught a strain of that insomnia that's going around and I'm in…
Taint My Fault
This is what happens when I leave my cell phone unattended in the presence of my sibling: The worst part? Thom didn't set the reminder so I totally missed the appointment. Poor Rocco's been walking around with an unshaved taint for like eight days now! I'm the worst wife ever.