Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Figures

So that fence I was so excited about? The guy who came to dig the post holes drilled right the hell where they marked the phone line. Phone and internet gone, mid-sentence. They are back now, but that sucked on toast.
Alone, with 6 children under the ago of four and desperate for a complex sentence, I resorted to laundry and crafts. Crafts were difficult, because I ripped half my fingernail back doing laundry.

That hurts like a mother, let me tell you. Apparently bleeds like one, too. And I am a mother. I know how much that is.

Pictures tomorrow-computer is loading too slow again, and it's wine and When They Cry time. Plus, my fucking finger hurts like hell.

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