{I Might Need a Lift to the Mental Ward}

 Listen Y'all. . . I am about to have a complete come apart.

Let me just give y'all the short version. . . meaning I am going to leave out a-whole-lotta-crazy.

Cray-Cray, y'all. CRAY! CRAY!

My precious son.  He is anemic.  He cant swallow pills.  Have you ever tasted iron?

I am hosting 10th grade boys. . . at my house. . . in less than 65 hours and everything in my house

seems to be falling apart.

This recliner is like sitting in a busted-out-bottomed-lawn-chair.

I think I have solved the puzzle.  I need a screw. (Get your mind outta' there.) 

 The ice maker works like a charm.  Water dispenser on the fritz!  Clayton informs me this morning he hasn't drank water in 3 days due to this thing being on the blink.  Water out of the sink is unacceptable in a 12 year old world.

 I have managed to fix this thing too. . . I cleaned out the freezer and vacuumed underneath and moved some tubes around. . . I possibly see a flood in my near future. 

Oh yes, my couch is on my last nerve.  Its peeling and I cant take it another day.  I went couch shopping yesterday, and I will share more about that later, but I have this thing pushed as close to the front door as I can get it (with laundry still on it. . . is that not hilarious!?) so The Mr. will know I mean business.
Out with it!

Did I mention my computer has some sort of virus too!  Delta has become my new search engine! Crazy HIJACKERS! Makes me crazy! 

Lets talk later, shall we?  I will let you know if I need a ride to the mental hospital.

(SIDEWAYS crazy!)