I'm off to my last day of work. Leaving sweetiebear to clean the ENTIRE gad-damn house. If today is anything remotely like yesterday, I would like ya'll to pray that I don't shoot myself in the head before my 12 hour shift ends. Yesterday was not a fun-filled day in the baby factory.
The shining light? Overtime, baby. Not quite as horrifying with those money colored glasses on.
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