I seem to have misplaced my sense of humor along with my brain and my ability to stop my self from eating a cake all on my own. I want to crawl under a rock and stay there. I don't want to talk to the insurance company for the fifth time today and no I don't want to think about what will happen next month if a job is not procured. I just want to sit here in my hole and cry!
I feel lonely and depressed, over worked and stressed. I have two kids and one brain you do the math. Morgan
Please someone put me out of my misery. 30 min after writing this email I broke my only pair of glasses no insurance and no money so now what? I don't think I am going to be blogging for awhile.
4 comments:
I so know how you feel, darling.
At least we have each other, eh?
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I wish we were closer babe. (Just like my card said...)
Oh dear.
I'm sorry you're a crap magnet right now.
But cake is good. And pie. Take a pillow under the rock though.
Nothing wrong with a hole under a rock. Some of my best friends live in holes under rocks. Just remember to avoid nasty, dirty, wet, holes filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell. Also don't go for the dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat. Go for the hobbit holes, they tend to be much more comfortable. I heard one is available in the Shire. Something about the previous owner getting into movies.
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