Damn you for having alcohol! I asked DH to run to the liquor store for me at 9:00 when I went to put Nora to bed. As the clock struck 10:00, he was pulling out of the driveway. Amazing that they were turning the lights out when he got there. Arg!
Where's my ode?
Re: r9
Dang it about the ode. I'm always late for fun stuff!
The attic might be dangerous. That's at least two flights of stairs to stumble down...unless the futon was already in place.
I'm mad you are leaving and/or already left me. Mad mad mad. Now I'm crying.