To want to rip your hair out!
Christmas shopping is stressful time. No one will tell me what they'd like to get, but everyone expects me to pick out the perfect gift because "you know me so well". Gee thanks for the help.
I so love watching my bank account dwindle down to nothing while I am in pursuit of the "perfect gift".
My mother is doing very well. She got the "all clear" to go do whatever it is that she wants, whenever she wants to do it. That's great! She only has to go to shitsburgh every 6 months now, and follow up with a local doctor. More good news!
I'm doing fine, thanks, aside from wanting to stab everyone in the eyeball lately.
Seems I've been eating a steady diet of Bitch McNasty pills, and they are working!
Someday I will actually approach this blog with an idea, or a theme in mind, and then I will have something well thought out written. But today is not that day, my friends, so too bad.
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