A little something of whatever we feel like writing. Nothing too serious but then again. we aren't sure what we will do.
shoot me now
ugh, tomorrow is going to stress me out. The last 4 years have changed what could be/should be fun into a funeral service. it is just so hard to celebrate something so unimportant considering everyone who died in katrina. I feel like i should have stayed and moved things into the attic instead of going to san antonio.
in the end, no amount of ice cream cake will make me feel any better. i will just put on the "happy face" and pretend it is so great. like everyday...