Old pictures are are a blessing and a curse. Good times, bad times, drunken excess, the living and the dead, all there on Kodak paper. I must have been smoking crack when I thought I could sort and store all my pics in one night. They are all over the place, stored in shoe boxes, old wine boxes-every nook and cranny I could shove them.
So now my home looks like a tornado hit a photo lab. I've got about 30 pictures I "have to" display in frames(no frames to put them in, of course). I am sad and happy and tired and this is going to have to be finished tomorrow.
So now my home looks like a tornado hit a photo lab. I've got about 30 pictures I "have to" display in frames(no frames to put them in, of course). I am sad and happy and tired and this is going to have to be finished tomorrow.
My sweet kitty cat Eartha Kitty is turning 16 on July 4th......... I'm thinking she's old enough to get a job and buy her own damn IAMS!! She keeps me sane, my angel does. Would that I could find a boy who was half as cuddly with me as the cat. My twisted mind is all about boys right now, it's been waaaay too long, I'm at my wit's end. Thank god for mail order.
Right now, I'm listening to wind chimes and Omara Portuondo, drinking bourbon and diet coke(my new favorite summer beverage), and praying I make it two weeks until vacation. Viva Mexico, that's all I'm saying!!