I ran out of pop tarts yesterday and I still can't drive due to the shots (lovely collection of bruises, however) so I am pop tart-less. Wah. I'm really jonesing for a pop tart.
I'm out on the porch today (tried rearranging the wicker too, so I could keep a better eye on Grace) because the weather is so awesome. I just need to figure out a way to get an extension cord out here (if I want to play a game, ahem, I can't stick in the extra battery since I need the CD Rom drive).
A few packages are supposed to arrive today, so I'm looking forward to that. Oh the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' down the street, oh please let it be for me!
I feel all goofy from the meds and perhaps some left over anesthesia. Did I spell that right? Do I care? Nah. I'm just trying not to fall asleep.
I really, really want a pop tart.