Worst part of living alone now is who the fuck is supposed to eat all the food a make? Spent a whole day off baking and cooking, and now what? I just sit here and stare at it?
Part of me wants to go out this weekend for my birthday, and the other part of me knows I’ll have 1 drink and start weighing the pros and cons of socialism with the bartender.
Halloween is just spooky Christmas in my house. My kids is currently building a haunted ginger bread house with bats, while watching Halloweentown and there’s homemade chicken noodle in the crock pot.