twofer tuesday....

scrape.
scrape.
scrape.
scrape.
scrape.
stress.
stress.
stress.
stress.
stress.

the good news?
we finally got a mutha-flippin' bed.
the bad news?
it won't be here for two more sunovabitchin' weeks.
sleeping bags aren't so bad, though.
and even if they were,
i've got fourteen more days of 'em,
like it or not.
and to top it all off,
i've got a supreme werewolfen full moon mania cookin'.
howlin' mad crazy.
and i'm at work on my only day off this week,
just to let you mutha-uckas know.
so much doo-doo butter,
so little freaky sh!t;
never quiet, never soft...