Okay, so emotional roller coaster aside, which has eased up on me, thank the Lady for small miricles, there's another human emotion that's riding the me and NO, I am NOT talking about it, thankyouverymuch. I think I simply need to sit down with my home girls and get flat out stupid for a night.
Other than that, writing has been at a stand still, my mind won't function. I ran over the front yard faucet with the truck.. can we say, "Old Faithful"? Poor Mr M had to get out of a warm bed and onto cold wet ground to fix it. It's not my friggin fault I can only see so far over the steering wheel, is it?
I can't tell you how much I am looking forward to Reno. OMG. I need this break more than I can articulate.
I have informed Daughter that she has one year to get her collective shi--crap together and get her own apartment because I can't continue to live this way. Mr M and I, Troll and Sprout, will continue to support her in any way we can, but she has got to have her own place. I can't live like this. I am going insane and if Momma isn't happy, nobody is happy.
I am looking into taking Mr M to Indiana for the Grand Prix. I wanted to take him there for the Indy 500, but we won't be able to make that one this year. Next year. Formula One cars, oh baby.
Other than that, it's just another day in the Grove.