I’m typing Pat’s summary of Current Environmental Issues. He can’t type. Dragonbaby is trying to dig through the bottom of her cage.
It’s supposed to be 60 here. I’ve only been to the mailbox, but I probably have to go shopping again. I am SO tired of going shopping every day!
If Walmart depended on me for survival, they would have folded within a week of their grand opening.
I feel for ya — I really do!