Whooped.

The past two days have whooped my butt. Seriously. Lotta hair to bang, but the tips have been good and I’ve been paying bills each day so…I appreciate your mojo that you’ve been sending my way. Muy appreciato.

I had to kick Laurie Partridge and her tambourine out of my room last night. She’s pissed at me but I slept like the dead. Till about 6:30 when Sammy came meowing his butt in my room…I found him waiting patiently in front of his bowl as I stumbled into the kitchen. Oy.

As usual I checked under the table for a carcass, CLEAR!!! Grabbed my java and headed outside for my morning ritual of watering and deadheading and talking to all the plants. Stormy is laid out in the middle of what grass I have…and shit the bed. There’s a baby bird. Almost dead. DAMNIT!!!!! I’m only hoping that it fell out of the next and we didnt have any cradle robbing going on…shit shit shit. I throw my hands up in defeat!

Today I have a few appointments, with openings for more. Tonight I have a wedding to bartend. Tomorrow another full day of banging hair then WEEKEND!!!! Ahhhhhh. I’m still doing well and keeping up my chores for the week so I can laze about on the weekends. This Sunday is the Tim McGraw/Lady Antebellum concert! I’m excited about that!!!

ok…that’s it from me. I need more coffee.