Who the hell wants to work/blog/deal with life when you can have surf and turf and a glass of Sav Blanc on the patio instead? I mean really.
What to report? Well, I am HATING the United States Postal Service right now for completely fucking me over on a very important shipment of 25 pounds of brownies and other delicious treats for a wedding in Glasgow this weekend. Never mind the details, it's not even worth discussing. I am so furious I could spit. USPS has been drastically lowered in my Big Universal Book of Universally Rated Things in the Universe.
I am boring. Hear me yawn.