Worked all day, got off at three, filled the car with gas, ran some errands, dropped both kids off at work, had a shower, watered the garden, made some lunches for tomorrow (mine included), made dinner, played with my dog, did a load of laundry, mailed a letter, and sat down at eight at night to write and I'm empty. Too tired. Eye on the clock hoping the dryer is done before I'm too asleep on my feet to open it and fold everything that's inside. Still have to pick the kids up later. Oh my God. I'm not going to make it.
I have ten minutes, Locket. What should I write about?
Tell the world your husband is hot.
Okay, then. Guess I'm done here. :)
I have ten minutes, Locket. What should I write about?
Tell the world your husband is hot.
Okay, then. Guess I'm done here. :)