Tonight I dream

Tonight I am being nostalgic. Hey, why not? I have been reading like a crazy woman, working on character sheets, fiddling with an old story about a Prince, and trying to revamp a story I have a deadline on. (Well, I really don't have a deadline but the one I give myself, but I'm ready to get it over with.) I am now officially done with two character sheets and evil little twit that I am, I'm not going to tell you which ones! HA!!!!!

My tooth is sore! So I'm allowed to be a twit!

Well, the boys are off and I think my Earl got a little tipsy before he got on the plane tonight. He hates to fly my sweet does, but he has made it into the West where he shall ride horses and have megga fun, [that is if he doesn't fall off his horse, or the horse doesn't die. Two horses died last week. That would be awful, but hysterical all the same. I have a twisted sense of humor.]

I"m free at last to watch t.v. and now there is nothing on that I feel I MUST see. But I'm contemplating watching Hidalgo for the next two hours. Me, popcorn, Mountain Dew Pitch Black and Viggo all alone in my living room...How can I possibly resist...

I really wanted to post my favorite Shelly poem for Madame Frodo but I wanted to show off a bit and let her know what I have been learning. I wonder if she will fall out of her chair in shock? I think I"m hearing that loud thump all the way in Carolina's from Mississippi...Are you okay Madame Frodo? You got to be careful now!!!!

I'm out of Wood Chuck Cider. That is a valid reason for depression since Dr. D told me my tooth would be a little sore. HE LIED I tell you. Sore???? I want to know if I can do a root canal on him and then let him tell me about sore...Hell, I can't even bite down on that side of my mouth. I'm thinking of writing him a letter on the Perils of Pain and modern dentistry. What do you guys think? I think I could have at least gotten a percacet for this. Maybe Earl has some left over from that horrible Kidney stone thingy. *must go rummage in the medicine cabinet.*

spaghetti Laundry: Does anyone else have this problem? I'm going to ban changing clothes in my house. Earl and the pocket muncher are going to have to start washing clothes. Then they won't change clothes so many times during the day. I swear yesterday Earl changed clothes three times and threw all of it in the dirty clothes hamper. I'm on a mission to break them of this habit. Do I look like the washer woman of old? (*&*)(* NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! And why is that everyone in my house feels that if you dry your hands on a towel after you wash them that said towel is now dirty and it goes in the dirty clothes??????? YOUR HANDS ARE FRICKEN CLEAN!!!!! YOU JUST WASHED THEM!!!! Like I said, I'm going to have a coming to Jesus meeting on Sunday I swear!!!! Reason for naming this post spaghetti Laundry? The more you do the more there is just like spaghetti...The more you eat the more it seems like the noodles grow on your plate!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Agh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hugs to everyone!!!!!
The insane and mouth sore Lady Samwise!!!!!!!!!!