Mundane.

If looks could kill? And if you could SEE the look on my face right now? Well, you'd all be dead.

Sometimes? Husbands are douchebags. Sometimes? Husbands are clueless. Sometimes? Husbands are just a disco stick. For real.

Whew. That felt pretty good.

A'ight. Last night I took my kid and his BFF to a 4 yr old's birthday party. 6pm party, running and jumping at an indoor rubber room till 7.30 - cake at 8. It was fun, yeah, but my kid is usually in bed by 7. Last night was an 8.30 night - and he managed to stretch it to 9.

At which point, I had to wash dishes, laundry and blankets and do all kinds of other crap for the short-notice guests arriving THIS EVENING. Oh, and also? I had to cancel weekend plans w/ my friend and other people. Last minute. I'm not that person. I feel like a dipshit when I do it.

I forgot to eat dinner (party central, and the cake wasn't coming near my mouth). So the cham and wine I had while running about the roost made me nice & drunk.

And this morning, I felt the aftermath. Oy.

What-the-fuck-ever. I'm getting thru today (god knows how) and am preparing for a family of 6 to invade my home in - oh - 4 hours.

I'm thrilled.