What's going on? ummm...my in-law's devastating house fire, the tearful aftermath, a debacled bachelor party, conquering a laundry monster, a very boring NFL draft, a husband's subdued birthday, and five inches of rain = my basement full of water...the Swine Flu is next, I'm sure...and maybe rehab.
Tomorrow I'm hiring a cleaning lady and shoe shopping as I sulk about not going to see Franz Ferdinand.
tickets to see Franz Ferdinand (tomorrow night, in Minneapolis) that won't be getting used 
a halfish eaten birthday apple pie
my Wellies which came in handy (or footy) lately
this is what's left of the laundry monster (tis going to the dry cleaners)
my solace
my neglected (and sleeping) pooch
My in-laws dog, Bandit. He jumped in my car, poor little guy wants to go home. Fergie keeps humping him.
me and James wishing for a little more cowbell - I don't fear the reaper...I'd take his hand
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