might have skipped day 3. or not, since I'm mashing it here into lovely #4, so,
Day 3: Work, home, sleep, end.
Day 4: Not quite as pleasant.
I got ditched by both parties of the partying-party...(make sense?)
then I got yelled at by the hipocritical Parental Slave Laborers, and this particular Blogger was less than pleased.
Then I took my medication, which was a healthy dose of Sydney via Skype :) then I felt better.
We did end up launching them there fiyur werks, which was decent, but now, I feel realize Fireworks ain't nuthin without the lady to watch 'em with :)
My belly rumbles with the need for hands and my... uh... Sydney Stone? ;)
(Llamas with hats reference, whaaat?)
I could use the real thing, no offense Tigger :)
just a thursday away :)
Meanwhile, I'm sure I'll eat, poop, sleep, work, hate, and... well... other stuff.