My brother was supposed to visit me this weekend. Monday through Friday, his alter ego is a UPS man. Apparently he hurt his back at work last week and has been consuming Vicodin like sweet tarts. Probably no visit for me.
He did say that now that he knew my little grinch heart wasn't going to stop cold within the next few hours, he felt better about eating his Vicodin and staying home. Meh.
It's ok, I don't think I could have put fresh sheets on the spare bed without screaming. Not to mention the rest of my pigsty is not very stylish these days. I guess it evens out in the end.
Awwwwww no delivery!
ReplyDeleteI'd offer to come clean for ya, but um, ya aint seen my place, lol
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