Foo Fighters. Echoes, Silence, Patience and Grace is all I’ve been listening to since last week. How did I not know they were going to be at the Borgata THIS SATURDAY NIGHT?????
I don’t understand men at all. And they think we’re complicated!
Where am I going to find buttons for my Mom’s sweater?
When am I going to get to yoga?
Will my car be able to make it to NC for Christmas?
Am I tired and cranky because I had to stay up till the Giant’s game was over since I can’t trust them to actually win a game till there is no time on the clock? (Sorry Wendy)
Mike Rowe. Even covered in dirt or worse, poo, the man is H O T. Thanks OLPP for starting that addiction!
If I take a Xanax tomorrow before I come to work to calm my ass down (about every little thing) will I be nodding off at my desk?