psych.
I'm in an abysmal mood.
the prof lost half a pound in the last 5 days (babies are NOT supposed to lose weight btw), he's covered in two separate rashes and we're no closer to resolving his "feeding issues."
in fact, we've just created issues between us in regards to it.
awesome.
I don't know a damn thing about money or taxes other than we missed the boat on assuming this mortgage without paying a shitload of settlement fees by a mere 4 months.
again...awesome.
I still can't eat ice cream, it rained today, my daughter has a pot smoking boyfriend and my boobs hurt.
I'm ready to pack my shit and hit the bricks. let someone else dig out of this god awful mess...
momma needs a tan.
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