the little faggot is a millionaire....

so this morning, just as i was waking, my husband rolled over and said, sincerely, sweetly, "i love you."

i said, "you're a faggot."

mm hmm.

have i ever mentioned i hate mornings?

i just can't make my mouth work properly when i first wake. i can think clear--if pissy--thoughts, but words are a bit of an issue.

oh well. at least now he has something to tease me about....

i'm at a friend's house watching football.

that's sick and wrong--not to be confused with thick and long...(my favorite corny joke of them all)

but mostly i'm drinking a lot and attempting to learn this sneaky programmer's way to download songs. that's right. fuck you to all the law suits and all the paid sites. see, i'm a person who doesn't buy music. never have, probably never will. but when i want a song, god dammit, i better be able to listen to it. and NOW. so this is it. hopefully i'll be able to figure it out.

AND i made blueberry sorbet for us health concious folks...and chocolate cookies wrapped around mint chocolate kisses for the kids.

have i told you lately that i love you? or dessert, at least. god!!! i could live on sugar. well, sadly, no, i couldn't, but i would like to. it makes me happy. until it hits my system with all the fury of a long island ice tea hitting the liver of a dialysis patient. damn heredity. damn psychosomatic illnesses...i think i'm going to be diabetic sometime in my future, therefore i have sugar issues. dumb girl.

and as far as ditching the kids to come here...could not have gone any worse. twin b forgets he's potty trained for a minute, twin A hears the newly arrived babysitter ask me if he's "puking sick" or just a cold...i say, oh no, he's not puking. not two beats later, hurlage. dammit. lucky for me the girl is either desperate enough for cash or nice enough that she stayed anyway. kids.

also, i should note that i bought Pirates of the Carribean last night at wally world. impulse buy. love that show. love those hot sexy pirates. fell asleep halfway through anyway. damn flu/cold/pms stuff. oh well.

want a lung? cuz i just coughed one up, and it's for sale....