|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|Okay, my writing project has had a monkey wrench thrown in it... Kidlet started hurling chunks at 11 p.m., and was nauseated, feverish, and body achy all day. I, the ever wonderful mommy, who stayed home from work to serve her every glass of ginger ale - figured I would get a chance to write up the new and exciting adventures of my private-dick. Not. So. Much.
Blazing headache and muscle pains ensued. Thank goddess I'm not horfing up anything - yet... Seems all we could do (after I returned from Bed, Bath and Beyone - and Best Buy, of course) was to lie about - head to foot on the sofa, moaning and watching the likes of Montel Williams and Maury Povich. Bleh.
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid
One Last Bitchfest for the Road
Get the Popcorn Ready
I'm a Rich Ho-Bag
|Marriage is love.|