I’ll admit it. I’m having a hard time coming up with things to talk about without feeling like I’m stuck in whiny mode. I’m *dying* to take the kids on a road trip, but I don’t have the $$$ to go as far as I want and have a hotel room once I get there. I thought about visiting the Ex-in-laws, but they’ve moved into this quaint one-bedroom house, and their new backyard is *water*.
I got accepted to the local junior college, but am having second thoughts about it. I just…..I think Joe is too young for me to leave right now. And I really don’t know what I would declare for a degree. OK, the degree thing is sort-of a cop out. I could probably BS my way through the AA college transfer proggie, but I’d rather not spin my wheels.
I called my hairdresser….she’s put me on a mandantory 3-day waiting period because I asked her to cut 1 1/2 feet of hair off my head. Yes, dear reader, you heard me right – 1 1/2 feet. Here – check it out.
