Mario never got home. I just want to take a shower and go to bed, but I’ll be damned if I leave the kids here alone, whether I lock the door or not. That prank-caller called again last night. Or this morning, I should say. It was 3:16 when I first heard my cell phone…
Creepiness
Holy Mole-y
My mole removal went much better than I thought it would. I had visions of bleeding to death (as Mom would tell me when I was little when I’d be messing with any mole), the Doctor inserting the needle of anesthesia into my Jugular and I’d die, and many other morbid thoughts. I even Googled…
Protected: Another Tuesday Update–Ack, 060606!
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.