Dear Bob,
This is why I don't blog anymore, enjoy.
I just watched a movie, there were rats, covered in peanutbutter and bombs, I shit you not, some how Angelina Jolie was involved, and a guy with two guns (one on each hand) and then inexplicably Morgan Freeman showed up.
I'm pretty sure I was drunk. Or maybe I just fell asleep half way through.
But still, rat bombs, are you out of your fucking mind?
Hollywood, OMG WTF?!
Sincerely,
Mostly house-wife who spent all day baking death-by chocolate birthday cake.
P.S. Happy Thanksgiving.
In case this wasn't sketchy enough here's a video shot by my eldest spawn taken this afternoon, her 8th birthday.
I write about my life, my kids, and my job as a bar slave in a strip club.
