Yesterday was the day from H-E-L-L. Some of it would probably be pretty amusing to you all, but I am too tired/beaten down/traumatized to even recount it in an amusing fashion. Let's just say that the Big Kid got a spanking and was almost abandoned in a parking lot (I even threw his shoes out of the car to him) and he does not have one toy in his room, the computer is on top of the fridge and he is begging me for his "pwivwidges" back.
So I'm not much in the mood for blogging today, but maybe things will improve after I crack open that bottle of Pinot Grigio. I did manage to put dinner in the crockpot, am I the only one that feels wrong handling a whole chicken? Yuck. I feel like a pervert putting my hand in the cavity and I always feel like I'm putting a baby in the crockpot to cook. In an ideal world, I'd be a vegetarian, but I really like to eat meat.
I also have to update you on the insanity that has become the boys' birthday party. Seriously, I'm crazy. Please lock me up. And throw away the key.
P.S. Oh...and the cord on my computer has some sort of problem and it makes my screen flicker constantly. If it wasn't for you all, I would seriously open up my sliding glass door and chuck this piece of shit into the woods while screaming, "ADIOS MOTHER FUCKER!" Seriously, I've been fantasizing about it all day.