back from the dead, and back again

i'm in a better mood today after going all the way with the angry young teen thing (think 'tp-ing' neighbors' houses, egging old lady jones' mailbox, and putting a bag of my own excrement on another neighbor's doorstep, ringing the bell, and then fleeing). of course, now that my foul temperment has dissipated, a foul cold seems to be taking its place. curses!

to top it all off, the mister is also sick and the realtor is on the way to show the house, which we recently put on the market. as my grandmother would say, 'lordy be!'

i feel a long weekend of netflix-watching comin' on, even though i really wanted to go see 'dreamgirls' -- after this craptastic week, i want to hear some ballad-belting, stat!