Pew.

I have serious catching up to do.

Usually I wouldn't blog till I'm ready to write about it, and, well - I'm not yet - but I wanted to get rid of that Lil Note.

So there.

I will leave you with this.

Sunday was pretty wretched in our house. For me mainly, but it started with a hangover from hell, guilts from drinking too much, couldn't find my family, found them, my child who is not yet 2 rode his big brother's hot wheels down the drive way and crashed into the shed and received an egg that Dr. Seuss could write about, my Big Kiss whined all. day. long, both boys were in bed - sawing logs - by 6.30 pm, and I was awoken at 1am by my dog barking. Let him out to pee - he promptly got sprayed by a skunk.

THAT was the most disgusting experience of my entire fucking life.

He got it right in the kisser, I can just see the ding dong all "hey, what's this?" and gets hit by Peppy LePew.

So at 1am we're making concoctions to bathe the dog, Fabreezing the shit out of every room, running fans.

My house reeks.

I reek.

Oh, and I'm sure the house is going to get worse - as it's about to be 93 degrees and 150% humidity today.

(p.s. we didn't have tomato juice, so we used a mix of hydrogen peroxide, baking soda and dish soap. I've also heard about using Douche. Seriously. I think the dog will be clean - my house, on the other hand, needs help).