Between real estate agents who don't know what 24 hours notice means and have no concept of common courtesy and Comcast apparently being unable to count to two unless it's for billing purposes, this morning has been a bit stressful.
And tonight I have to be friggin' Sporty Spice for baseball practice when I really feel like slumping down on the couch with a Martini and American Idol.
Yes, it's a pity party. I'll be done in a few, I promise.























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