Just When

I think there may be hope (or a grain of common sense in the boys' other "parent") after all.... my hopes are cruelly dashed..

And then there is this FU-ULL MOOOOON tonite.. (aka my boys are 'loco'..)

Icing in the friggin' cake.... emails after 6 pm on a Friday evening warning me that my life insurance policies are about to lapse if I don't cough up the premiums between now and Monday morning.

Great.. just what I 'effin' need....

J.C on a stick (credits go to Kim S for that one), where's my Martini (Shaken.. but not Stirred..)???

Call me Bond, Jane Bond....