I swear that I don't swear as much in person as one might think from reading around here this past weekend. I'm honestly just Miss Merry Ray of Sunshine, and cusswords never touch my virgin lips. Really. Truly! I just wanted you to feel better in case, you know, you were a sailor or something.
Laundry: done, not folded
Work: caught up, but on the brink of being sooooo behind
Everything else: appt. made with ped. psych. for Thursday. Sigh. Wish us luck.
I'm not feeling very bloggy. I'm going to do everyone a favor and simmer down quietly, over here in the corner. The one that doesn't have the pile of laundry in it.