Or explode. I've been playing on the computer all day and keeping track of Mr. Wheaton's poker progess. GO WIL!
In other exciting fun-filled news I worked in the yard. Write it down on the calendar because that happens like once a month. I guess since the landlord has decided to put the places she owns on the market (with no notice) I might as well make the jungle look like you can walk through it. The grass may look even but I know the ground has holes deep enough to swallow the UPS delivery guy whole should he roam off the path from the gate to the door. I have a sneaking suspicion the yard has gobbled up more than one small animal who dared trespass in the wild unknown.
There's also nothing like getting paid and being completely broke at the same time. Every once in a while it'd be great to know there was a little left over but at least the lights are still on and the house is still warm.
"Money talks, but all it ever says is goodbye." - American saying
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