So I've thought up a new form of torture....Chutes & Ladders. Oh my God. Please, no more.
I woke up this morning feeling pukey. Please, go ahead and ask if I'm pregnant so I can look up your IP address, track you down and punch you in the nose.
I am supposed to go paint pottery tonight. I had envisioned sipping wine while painting (terribly) and enjoying adult company but that probably won't happen if I'm still dry heaving.
The fucking cat threw up on my leather couch and when I wiped it up, the acid discolored the leather. I am so pissed. I hate those damn cats. I'm thinking of having a little patch of leather made from one of their carcasses in order to patch up the damage.
I've got to go make the brats lunch and slap the Go Fish game out of the Big Kid's hands. No freaking way, Chutes & Ladders was enough fun for today...for the week actually. Maybe we can do some shopping later tonight, I need it.
P.S. I had a cute "Get out of jail free" card graphic to add to this post but freaking Blogger is having some sort of technical difficulties. Thanks Blogger, for making my day just a little easier.