I loathe that lockbox.
I don't loathe much really.
Spam maybe....I guess I loathe that.
Pee-pee on my toilet seat from all these boys....that is definitely loathe worthy.
Famine, war, grape juice on the carpet.
These things also make my loathey list.
That lockbox is steadily rising on my list.
We had to send our Sup 3 notating our move into the lockbox
so the good folks at the Treasury could get yet another fat check of mine.
I'd say in the last 6 months with these three adoptions we have single handily paid the salaries of at least a few Dept. of Homeland Security's employees.
And they didn't even send me a thank you note.
But I'm not bitter.
Maybe I'm a little bitter.
But I sense I have gotten off track.
The Sup 3.
It is in the lockbox.
And apparently being held captive there.
Without it's parole we cannot move forward.
we are getting close.
Like close, close.
And if I was a gamblin woman
I'd say it's gonna be wheels up in about 3-4 weeks.
Just thought I'd give ya a little update.
I'm switching back over now to refresh my email for the ten bazillionth time today..
seeing the name "Jessa" in my inbox is like my favorite thing these days.
Well, my favorite next to Jesus
and fettucini alfredo
and philly cheesesteaks from the BX food court
a place to become
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