Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.


Do the math

Having the poops + 45 minute drive to work = miserable commute

I think the combination of a partially eaten happy meal and large soda at lunch, about three bites of corn and macaroni and cheese for supper and then a giant cafe mocha at 9 p.m. in a smoke-filled coffee haus did a number on my stomach. I won't give the graphic details, but I think I maxed the daily dosage of Immodium AD in about the span of 45 minutes. Of course, this didn't help me to sleep well. I dreamed I was being stalked by some weird couple who wouldn't stop calling or emailing me. Then, I dreamed that some woman accused me of mistreating Hot Rod.

Totally weird.

Think my tummy is mostly better now. I'm just REALLY bitchy today. World, beware.


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