Things have settled down ’round here. Wonderbaby has recovered from her mysterious fever and stopped throwing lemons at me. She still much prefers Daddy, but whatever. I’m used to rejection. I can take it.
Still – am exhausted from the trauma that was Thursday and the bitch-slapfest that was Friday and the tequila that I had to drink to recover on Saturday. So, all you get today is a Whassup Y’all ‘Round Up.
What’s up in Her Bad Mother’s ‘hood?