So much family crap. I'm inundated. Posting will resume when Jupiter aligns with Casper the Friendly Ghost and everyone either drops dead or decides to go on about their lives.
I'm a crack-ho lazy mom who vacillates between feelings of inadequacy and delusions of grandeur. I am not bothered by kid snot, garlic breath or Bob Dylan's voice. But pinch me with your toes and I will probably kill you.