Matt got the driveway sanded and the car moved but you can still smell the burnt rubber and my sphincter will never be the same. Add to that a very unpleasant week at work and one very apologetic man who asked if I was having a baby and I don't know what you get...there was supposed to math what with the adding but I don't know where I was going with that because my brain just doesn't work anymore. No room at the inn. And a baby? Seriously? I told him I was just fat and the look on his face was almost worth the embarrassment. He said his wife is always telling him to keep his mouth shut and probably that's a wife worth listening to because dude, that's just the dumbest thing you can say to a woman kind of ever.
Anyway, this weekend had better be awesome and if it rains again I'm taking up dark magic because I'm seriously on the edge. Seriously, seriously, seriously.