Me again.
Has anyone heard from Carla? I was very concerned about her last night.
I'm thinking of running away from home. I looked out the window a moment ago and saw my kid walking down the street with her father, her hair in a fright wig, looking up at the window to see if I was checking to see whether she's taken her hair out of the ponytail I'd put it in two minutes before, on her way to being late for school again. In a moment the phone is going to ring and it is going to be the headmistress telling me I'm a bad mother: "well good morning, Eustacia. I can imagine that you know why we're calling again so soon." Gotcha.
Anyone have a spa suggestion? I'm very, very serious! It's either that or the loony bin for me.
Happy Tuesday Everyone!
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