update...

I just decided that this whole sitting on the couch watching the movers pack and take has made me to tired to cook tonight. Informed the hubby he would be taking me out to dinner. Ignored his pained expression. Will be eating out in style...sweat pants and a sweat shirt. Like I said......I'm hawt!
p.s. hubby is confused as to why I felt the need to share with the world at large the ahem "literary item" found in master bedroom. He was told to "Buck up Bucky!! This here is ma' blog...go get cher own!"
This is why they call me D-Money. It's the tude. The At-Ti-Tude.