Yeah, I'm not sure to whom I'm referring here...me or Charlotte. She really needs to take a nap, and I really need to watch the season finale of Grey's Anatomy...are either thing happening? No. She's rolling all around her crib, talking to the bars, playing with her feet, having a gay old time. I am trying to do laundry, iron, watch my show, balance my checkbook, pull some money out of my...thin air...get my stuff ready for the wedding, get Charlotte's stuff ready for the wedding, go get bird food and stuff for me to drink and milk and water...I'm exhausted. But, you know, Brian's at work, and since I get to laze around in my PJs all day, I need to stop whining. Someone get me a cashmere robe!
Le sigh. Off to iron the shirts.
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