After calling the fireworks hotline and reporting the punks in the park shooting bottle rockets at each other, I felt much better. So here I sit, eating a cheese and mayo sandwich with lots of pepper and drinking sweet tea (that's iced tea with sugar for you non-southern exposed souls).
Everytime I drink sweet tea I start humming, "She thinks my tractor's sexy" by Kenny Chesney. Because there is a line in it about sweet tea.
I think I'll take some leftover Vicoden and go to bed soon. I finished "Definately Dead" by Charlaine Harris already, so I need to pick a new library book to take to bed. The house is a bit...messy as hell....but I have big plans tomorrow to get it all spotless. And hopefully we'll coordinate to drop off Grace's second birthday present. It's a book. Surprise.
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There is a great song out there (I think it was Cravin Melon) called "Sweet Tea"...
And on the eigth day, God made Sweet Tea
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