What put me in a real snit was, that at WordPress, which I am sure is a very elegant site, I couldn't even manage to change the size of the font.
So that's me in a nutshell. Impatient and unable to punctuate.
So why is this night different from, say, all other nights one might have time to make the change?
I am sitting with my 83 year old mum in urgent care while dealing with ex-husband having some sort of psychotic break half a mile away.
I just had surgery 2 weeks ago and was hoping against hope that when I got home, at least one of the cats would be dead.
oh god - my mother is impossible.
Like that's news
