Friday, December 30, 2005

If you are coming to my house tomorrow night, skip this post...

Shit-Hell-Damn and can I say the F-word on the internet?

Why, oh why do I ever think I want to have people over to my shitty little house? My house that is approximately 2 x 2. My house where you can pee and brush your teeth at the same time thanks to our inspired prison bathroom design. My house where people will have to sit in the courtyard even though it is supposed to rain tomorrow night. My house that has been under discussion with an architect for exactly 20 months... that is 20 months at slightly over $100 an hour... for that kind money I should be getting off a murder charge...

Time to call guests and tell them to bring a slicker.

1 comment:

crouching mother hidden diva said...

ummmm....I think you should rethink that whole anti-depressants thing.