If it ain't one thing it's another...

  Well, if you've read this far, not only will I say a big THANK YOU, but you probably know I'm a weirdo.  I'm also unhealthier than the average bear.  I'm having a bad day, and stress exacerbates any symptoms I have and frankly, I have a shit ton of stress lately (go figure).

  Mr peanuts happens to be still teething, trying to cut that second bottom tooth out AND he's decided that baby jail is a no go for him.  He won't stay in a crib/playyard or walker/bouncer for more than about 10 minutes before he freaks out.  I'm not one for the whole cry it out deal, so when I  hear him cry I freak out too. 

  I'm down to my last pain pill and I hurt :( Lol I figure I can feel sorry for myself a little, I've had a bad week.  I'm still trying to recover from the fight I had with my damn near adult daughter over the stupid cat that shit on my bed...again.  Yes, you read that right, again.  Damn thing's done it twice before and normally I don't let them into my bedroom but it was hot here and I left it open for a while and what do you know, the fucker did it again.  So, that's where I'm at today.
 
 On a side note, I really do want to do the whole mamatography thing but so far, I haven't heard back from the person that is in charge of that so I may just kinda wing it and do it on my own.  Perhaps you can look forward to seeing that, I dunno. 

Until next time...
J

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