I watched Texas Chainsaw Massacre for the first time Friday. It was the origional and I laughed most of the way through it. Is there something wrong with being incredibly critical to "horror" movies?
Today I'm doing that double date... I don't want to make the drive. He lives over 40 minutes away and then going to GR after that is another 40 minutes.
Issac is doing okay. For the most part he sleeps when I sleep and is actually being agressive toward her now. I just don't like the constant crying, especially when I'm in the kitchen. Or the not cleaning himself, which means, the poop I keep finding... smeared all over my bed.
Went out to Target and Ruby Tuesday last night with J+A.
I need a nap. Getting up at 9 should have been a big no-no.