Diary of a mad white woman
This weather is killing me. I LOATH it. I am sick of cooking, cleaning, and laundry. I am sick of the kids. Plain sick of it I tell ya. But since we are bored, I have been cooking, here was breakfast. The kids hated them. Yup, shit you not. Noah just wanted Cheerios. When will I learn? Here is a fantastic jump in topics for you...old diary's...DON'T READ THEM! I have a few from the last couple of years that are fine to look back on, mostly because the stuff in there is pretty current and if it needs to be dealt with the statue of limitations is still in your favor. That and for some reason I think I have learned to write things down without such raw and unadulterated language as I've gotten older...I must have simmered down some in my old age. My sister graced me with my diary relic this past weekend while I was down visiting my parents. We are driving home after getting a coffee and she starts tell...