Lots of blabbering

Imagine you're invited to the wedding of a beautiful princess, at the biggest castle in all the land.  It's set to be the biggest extravaganza of all time.  You arrive in your top-of-the-line attire, and find that everyone is wearing blue-jeans and sandals, smoking pot.

Imagine that you are given a million.  The call comes in that an unknown relative died and left you a cool million.  Then, when the day comes to collect, you find that it's a million garden gnomes.

That's what it's like to buy your first can of Pringles in THREE WEEKS, and find that over half of them are broken pieces.  DANGIT!  What a disappointment.  Yeah, fat chicks are hung-up on food, ok?  Deal with it, I do.

I can't wait to get to mom's tomorrow and meet the new guy.  Even Kevin is excited to meet him.  I got screwed out of a good ride today.  Well, I keep blaming Natalie in my head, but the fact is, I cut it short when I found myself being to short-tempered with her.  I had a grumpy afternoon, and was low on patience with her.  She's only 7, regardless of her size.  I need to remember that.

The Nascar race is going well, and Jaimie McMurray is battling for third right now, after Edwards winning the Busch race last night.  Rock on Missouri boys!

Yeah, we did more packing tonigh.  Both desks have empty drawers, and my closet shelf is bare (no small feat.)  I keep chipping away at it.  I am just ready for it to be over.  Two weeks, baby, two weeks!