Clearly I have not figured out what happened to my header but if you're here, you know this is Floyd's Tailgate. Poop.
Anyhooooo, things are chumming along swimmingly. Same shit, different year.
Let's see....what haven't I told you....
Oh! The POD gave our house key away to some runaway kid that needed a place to stay. I shit you not. She knew the kid for about 24 hours and decided that he was fine to come stay at our house. She's an excellent judge of character - witness Krystal with K, the latin lesbian gang banger the POD loved or the pot smoking juvenile enemy number 1 that she allowed into the rents' house who stole my mother's wedding ring. Yeah. Her judgment is top notch.
Captain Nutty is coming to visit. Contain your excitement, everyone! Just settle the hell down!
Frankly, the only things that really make these visits tolerable is her purchasing power. I know - super shallow - but the truth's a bitch. POD needs school clothes and I need every product currently sold by Sephora. Course Captain Nutty called crying and saying she has no money. So I'm thinking a well-timed return phone call saying "no money, no visity" is in order.
If you hear a high pitch wailing, you'll know that's my mother doing her best dying cat impression.
Other than that...same old, same old. Anybody still there? Anything going on with you? Do you know how I recover my masthead thingie?