HM Is A Blog Tease

Reports of my casino trip via the old people's bus have been greatly exaggerated. I did not go. Oh, it was not really my choice. My aunt called me at 8:50 this morning to report that she was sick, and going to the emergency room. I, on the other hand, was going nowhere. That's because I was not going to take a maiden voyage on that old folks' bus alone. No. That's not how I roll. I was OH SO DISAPPOINTED.

I had planned to leave home at 9:15 to get to the bus on time. I arose at 5:30, took my medicine, showered, primped, did two loads of laundry, washed the dishes, laid out clothes for my young 'uns, wrote out some bills. I stopped at The Devil's Playground on my way home last night, because I knew I would not have time today. My mom left home early to come out and mind my children. She was almost here where I called her. Did I mention that I was disappointed? And that I want those three-and-a-half hours of my life back--so I can sleep?

HH said he would take me to the casino tonight, and we would stay overnight. Except that there was no room at the inn. So HH took the boys to see Alvin and the Chipmunks. Now I'm all revved up to gamble with no place to go. I hate it when that happens.

I'm going to turn out my lights, sit in the dark, and hope Steven doesn't come a-evening.