So MPS has the day off today and has just corralled our little 6ft billion bundle of joy into the car and driven him to his day program, where apparently he is going to spend the day yelling at some crayfish. The other participants will be attempting to catch said crayfish, and I say good luck with that shit. Boo has other plans.
I, on the other hand, have some AWESOME plans, which involve visiting the bank to deposit 2 cheques that I found in my purse that are years old (I have checked and they will still be honoured), CHA-CHING, and going to Medicare to get reimbursed some other lovely money and then sitting down at the best restaurant this side of Victoria and exchanging all that coin for some serious Botox testing.
OH YES I AM.
So. Fucking. Excited.
Then swinging by Bunnings for some dirt and bulbs and such with a voucher that I found in the depths of that damn fucking purse.
I really need to clean shit out more often.
THEN my friends, THEN! After picking my buddy up from a day of abusing the shit out of crustaceans I am going to put on my pj’s and not get out of them until Tuesday.
Unless I change my mind.
Because it is my birthday weekend and I am allowed to change my damn mind if I want to.
Do you have any awesome plans for this weekend?
Is cake involved?
Tell me, when should I plant freesia bulbs? Fuckers never bloom for me…
OMG I AM GOING TO EAT DUMPLINGS!
Alright, I am hitting publish and getting in the shower. HUZZAH!