Saturday

Stop distracting me. Seriously.

I really should be doing something else other than blogging today.

My laundry pile is taller than me now. And the dishes in the sink? Do not get me started on the dishes in the sink. I need to sanitize this apartment. It's a train wreck. But before I leave you, I received an email from Mike this morning that made me laugh. Enjoy.

MPF wrote:
Holy shit. This is what I get for going to watch for four hours. Marshall's been having a rough time of it the last few days. We all have. Me less than the rest because you make me so damn happy.

Also Smith bitches so much that I think he's ruined complaining for me.

Not that I can think of anything to complain about anyway. I can't stop smiling, even if I feel like microwave-warmed roadkill.

Kisses,
Your Sailor

Microwave-warmed roadkill. Charming isn't he?

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