Things around here are not pretty.
Noses are chapped.
Little lips are chapped and cracking.
Eyes are glassy.
Kleenex boxes are empty and piling up.
Tempers are SHORT.
I had a meltdown earlier today.
It was because Mr. Smith asked me what I wanted for lunch and I just lost my shit.
Yeah, it has gotten THAT bad.
Yesterday, with absolutely no coaching from me, Grand Master H made these signs for the bathroom door. Apparently, he is concerned about the uninitiated being caught
off guard by the exploding toilet phenomenon.
Last night, Mr. Smith and I went to Newport and committed a few minor traffic violations so that I could take these photos