Somehow when you try to wrap up things, it seems to have many more loose ends. Selling a house is a pain when the house has no appeal on the outside. It looks like a neglected barn-only an owner would love. The only thing going for it is its large rooms.
I cut my hand with glass yesterday; no not on purpose, i would have gone with the cartoid at the neck, much more effective job. An on-the-job injury, and not an ounce of sympathy from my boss-waaaaaaaaaahhhhh. Where's my workers comp? My boyfriend asks how it is healing. I guess i will brave it on my own.
Then my bf finally says the 3 words...I love you. How much weight does those 3 words mean?
Finally, out of self pity I went shopping online. I bought a D&B handbag for fall. There. I feel so much better.
