This morning I got up at 4:45 to take the ear doctor to the airport.
He won a fancy award and has to travel to Pennsylvania to receive it. I hate it when he's gone because I have no one to tell my dumb stories to after work. There's no one there to appreciate my awesome dining room dance moves.
It'll just be me, Roscoe and our basement dweller who I only see about once a week these days.
I hope they're ready for a ton of trashy girl TV and macaroni and cheese...