sunday not-so-fun-day

I dont understand why everyone is so grumpy these days.

saturday night was girls night and we all gathered at daly's house for some jello shooters.

at daly's house we don't even need a clock to figure out what time it is, or when we should head to the bar. once things get a little rowdy, and the high heels come on, its almost at that exact moment the downstairs neighbour pounds his roof so hard it feels like you are in the midst of an earthquake at magnitude 11.8 penetrating your inside organs.

apparently these neighbours have complained to daly that the noise she makes upstairs hurts their dogs ears.







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in other news, octomoms house is up for sale as of a week ago, and i do not know if i should celebrate that my life will be a whole lot quieter, or mourn because the material and hilarity of my blog will decrease dramatically, as they are usually the subject of interest.

my mother thinks its because she threatened them on day 2 of moving in, i think its because octomom has swept the neighbourhood clean of children, so she needs to move on to a new area for kidnappings.

we are getting our house re-stuccoed today, is that a word? im too lazy to google if i have the right spelling on that, so you will have to deal with that on your own.

there are all these men walking around, in and out of the house, that i think wearing my housecoat at 2pm is probably not the most appropriate thing to be doing.

if i was not hungover, i would go change.

happy sunday everyone, go outside and play in the leaves with your family.

oh, and pray.

xoxo, the damsel