My laundry room is now flooded. It rained. And by rain I mean sheets of water of apocolyptic proportions.
You could have kayaked down my driveway and through my garden. I am not making this up, it flattened the concrete border of one of my stepped flower beds. This was after flatteneing the wooden border of my neighbor's backyard pathway. It looked like a waterfall pouring over a series of busted teeth.
Damn water took some of my plants right out of the ground.
I'm freaking sober now.
You could have kayaked down my driveway and through my garden. I am not making this up, it flattened the concrete border of one of my stepped flower beds. This was after flatteneing the wooden border of my neighbor's backyard pathway. It looked like a waterfall pouring over a series of busted teeth.
Damn water took some of my plants right out of the ground.

I'm freaking sober now.


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I mean, it's awesome to be home, where I control the thermostat (he has roomies), with my bed, with no allergy-inducing kitties, and where the ghetto's not encroaching from every direction. But I miss my honey so much.
(I'll post about the week later tonight when I'm fed and unpacked and settled.)


). She was disappointed that she couldn't find her navy blue tank top yesterday so she could be red, white and blue.
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