So. Yeah.
crickets chirping
Not much going on these days in the Keepergirl household. Helen still screeches at me a lot, but it's with affection. At least that is what I tell myself. She threw up her breakfast earlier today and then immediately starting yelling at me to feed her again, so I guess that means she knows I will take care of her. Or something.
Tomorrow is KeeperSister's birthday. She will be 29 years old, but if you ask her she'll say she's only 24, because she is a LYING LIAR. For her birthday, I renewed her subscription to Cosmopolitan because that girl loves her some trashy magazine sex tips.
Not much else, folks. I'm tapped out. The events of last week still leave me feeling rather empty and I slept too late this morning and that left me rather groggy. And I'm still wearing the tshirt because I don't quite feel better yet.
Guess I couldn't avoid talking about it.
