I'm Retiring

That's it.  I'm freaking DONE.

Let me 'splain.  No, there is too much, let me sum up.

Stuffing: burnt.

Chicken: stuck to pan.

Stuffing: drowned by too much stock after it was burnt.

Gravy: refused to thicken.

Blake: Grouchy.

Rory: Hell on wheels.

Rayna: Sitting, babbling to herself.

Jabber Jaw, the Fat Hamster: MIA.

Me: thankful I stood firm on not letting that stray kitty into the house...

~Ali

Hee Hee Hee...

Now, that's what it's all about.

~Ali

Suspicious Activity Alert...

For the last several weeks, that cowboy of mine has been skulking around the house in a funk.  He's angry, he's depressed, and he's lost.  And my heart bleeds for the boy but he's been driving me nuts.

Today, however, he's much more chipper and it scares me.  The last time something like this happened, he'd joined forces with an um, old friend of mine and located my daughter that I'd been forced to give up when I was 22.  So, now he has me paranoid.  I haven't any other skeletons in my closet so I know he can't be planning anything like that but...

Will keep you informed.  And that reminds me, I don't think I've ever mentioned my reunion with Rhi.  *thinks*  Yeah, might have to give you some intel on that one later.

~Ali and her Oddly Acting Husband