Desert Sand Mica

Whatever, just crash it Bob...


Trouble in doggie-land.

Ok, we don't have a doggie. Old Steve Martin reference I think.

I have a rip-roarin headache. Things in this house have gone from great, to good, to bad to worse. Mark and I had a great morning, then he went to work and I got few things done and even got a 30 minute nap. Then Daniel got home and we got in an argument. Then Emma got in trouble. We were all to go to Wal-Mart after school but I turned around halfway there and said fuck it, I don't feel like going anywhere.

Now everyone is quiet and the mood in the house is sour. I don't see the dark clouds lifting anytime soon.

Can I have a do-over?


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