Get to Work

I'm not MIA. I'm working.

I know. It totally sucks. For all of us.

As much as I like to bitch about not having any work, actually having to do some stresses me out, especially this "Senior rush". I don't like deadlines and graduation is a big one.

So I'll be back later. One of your two things should be figuring out a way for Ashley to make some sort of salary (not even anything monumental, but something that could be defined as income) from blogging.

Life would be way more fun for all of us if it was MY JOB to post 8-10 entries a day for your entertainment purposes.

So get on that and I'll be back this evening.

Alive But Barely

I'm home but both rugrats are sicker than they've ever been. Little kid is refusing meals, which hasn't happened once in his 15 months alive. He also is using me as his own personal love seat and does not tolerate me taking my hands from his fevered little head to type.

Big Kid is a coughing, feverish, gray zombie and got explosive diarrhea on my fancy new monogrammed shower curtain (FUCK).

I'm 3 photo sessions behind and I've got a ton of stuff to do this week, plus we're in the middle of an identity theft nightmare. Some jerk named Scott Santos keeps ordering Gucci and Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses as Mr. Ashley and I'm afraid Mr. Ashley is going to track him down and kill him before the cops bother rousing their fat asses from their desks to pursue it.

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.