If I had a tail I'd be wagging the shit out of it right now.
Matt is finally coming home from a looong trip to California for work. I am so excited that I might have tinkled my pants a bit when he told me. This means a lot of awesome things, most importantly:
1. I don't have to stack the wood that's being delivered this weekend. Score.
2. I can make him cook dinner. No more frozen lean cuisines.
3. I will actually have someone to talk to every day, whether he likes it or not.
4. Mama's gettin the itch, if you know what I mean. Real score. Ha!
5. Dad's home. Ryan told me he missed him and was sick of hanging with me. He needs man time too, ya know? I can't say I blame him. Maybe he'll sleep? Yeah, right.
I am also glad Matt is coming home. You won't have to be a crazy person who fires guns out of doors yelling, "I SHOOT TO KILL BITCHES!!!"
ReplyDelete.... at the wind.
I can neither confirm, nor deny the above...
DeleteHowever, I can confirm that I can shoot clay pigeons flying thru the air so bitches BEST believe I can shoot a person.
Don't show up uninvited in the middle of the night.
Boom.
Yay!!!!!
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