Coming Home

Holy bumper balls! Jersey is coming back home!

TODAY! And he's going to play with me! I'll have someone to talk to! And I'll still clean all THE FRICKIN TIME but at least it won't be me going into the kitchen...thinking it looks too clean, making a mess and then re-cleaning.

Life will go back to normal. Thank the holy Mr. Clean. Slap me and call me Susan! Or Sally. Sally works.

The other night I was chilling in bed when I heard a noise. I knew if this were a horror movie I should not go to the noise like a chump and get murdered so I remained in bed...and continued to watch Easy A. But then the noise thumped again and my inner virgin-with-big-boobs-just-looking-to-get-slashed took over and down the stairs I went looking in every closet...checking every door lock. Sigh...I didn't go to bed until 11pm. That's UNHEARD of for this Gram-mama I say!

It was time...I did good. I survived solo nights in this big arse home. I was bored, but I didn't go bonkers. I can't wait for this dude to land. He only thought I was a chatter box when he'd get home from work. 8 hours...try weeks!!!

Beware the mouth, Jersey!

(Please stop being perverted folks)


  1. YAAAAAAAY! He can clean with you and you can talk his little head off for days on end :)

    Also, re: perversion. You open the door. We just walk through.

  2. I also have such a hard time being home on my own during night-time. It's so scary, isnt it? Kisses, darling.

  3. I'm glad I'm not the only one! xoxo

  4. @Bridid LMAO so true my true.


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