I'm sitting here waiting for the printer to call and say the invitations for the PTA fundraiser are done so I can get envelopes stuffed. (I told you I had no life, Sarah.) They're supposed to go home TOMORROW and it's now 2 PM and no word from the printer. I'm trying various means of staying calm, one being cleaning out the old messages on my cell phone. Paying attention to my phone makes it more likely to ring, right?
Anyhow, I came across an old text message from my sister that reads: Oh my fucking jesus i live with the most insufferable troupe of baboons.