They will be here tomorrow and I can't wait!!!
I should be getting the house ready,
but I'm exhausted and all I want to do is take a nap.
I want to cry and wallow in my sorrow...
you know, things you do after bad news...
but Mr. Sergeant is having nary an ounce of that shiz.
Instead, Mr. Sergeant is taking me on a 3.5 mile walk
and then coming back to the house
to get the house ready.
No napping today.
No wallowing, no crying, no being sad.
He needs to go back to work.
I kid. I kid.
Off to go get busy.