Mission Accomplished

I am once again pretty damn up to date on the Princess Chronicles (aka her scrapbook). I was reassured that just because I lay in bed at night thinking about her pages, this does not qualify as mental illness, purely my ownly quiet time. Friends are good.

Trapped at home waiting for the mailman to bring one's box o' checks is not a good time. Not that there is really money in the bank to fret over writing checks with. But still, need them checks. There are giant trash bags & milk to buy damnit!

And in case you wanted to know....apple crisp and ice cream make a dandy breakfast!