GAAAHHHHH!

My. Mother. Is. Driving. Me. INSANE.

The woman really, really, really needs to get out more.

(You know...even living within shouting distance of her is becoming unbearable. I honestly don't know how I managed so many years living with her. Dear gods.)

A Tidal Wave of Pegritz-Ade!

HA! My horoscope and The Onion today just made me smile:

Cancer: (June 22--July 22)
When your worst enemy meets her demise under the wheels of a cement truck, you'll be happy you made the effort of enlisting 16 people to help get it into her bedroom.

OK. I need 16 of you. Who wants to volunteer?

(Mind you...I don't exactly know who my "worst enemy" could be--but I'm sure I can pin it down to one or another of the catty skanks I've known over the years, just for the sake of making my horoscope come true!)

Now back to cleaning the house until I go to werk.