no coffee.
went to Lowe's got 15 large boxes, 15 medium boxes...
spent 20 minutes in the pouring rain trying to fit them in my car (hey! thanks to all the gentlemen who DIDN'T offer to help! eff you!)
went to wendy's got a spicy chicken sammich and a coke - bringing from my car to the house, the kid in the next condo (he's about 3 or 4 or hell, i can't tell how old kids are - there are some people who could probably say "wow, how old is he? 19 months, 4 days, 6 hours and 13 minutes old?" - but, alas, i can't....
getting to the point...
wendy's bag and drink the kid hollers... "that's garbage"
me: "what, hon?"
kid: "that food is garbage"
me: "well, then i like eating garbage" and i walked in the house...
i wanted to yell "it's all i can afford on their 99 cent menu, kid..." but that wouldn't have been true. i wanted to yell "hey, tell your mother to tell you to shut up" but i didn't. i wanted to yell "eff you, you little punk assed brat" but i couldn't.
i don't like living in condos. i hear them vaccuuming next door at 11:30pm...
although it should make for some interesting stories once i move in totally... aren't you excited at the demise of my independence?
living with my mother is going to be like clamping on a condo-shaped chastity belt, isn't it?
eh... um... i forgot gigglemom reads this... oh well... at least she knows i won't be dragging guys home to sleep in my twin bed - that's right... TWIN bed. i am going to die - the twin bed is temporary - i mean i have the queen sized one as i stated, but it's too big for the room... i loved that mattress, too. dagnabit.

