cornerofmadness

So, I called them and told Daddy to come get me since my toe was purple (It is). He told me go wait on the porch for him. Three days later no daddy. (kidding here, I was joking when I asked of course, luckily the broken bone isn't in my driving foot)

I'll just be there a few days. I didn't get the cleaning I wanted to get done here done mind you. Then again the broken bones are working against me. I was able to hobble around and get it in shape to a point. IF I don't mess it up when I get back (I will), it won't get worse (it will). I need to put in that last remaining bag for the sweeper (I honestly couldn't wrestle it outside to try this) because it doesn't really seem to be working well and I checked the beater bar. It's NOT bound tight with hair (this happens. My hair is longish and I shed like an Irish Setter)

I'm just going over my packing now. A. stories on flash drive check. B. books to read, check. C. writing to do, check D. editing for other people check. E. all the gambling coupons known to man, check. F. camera, check. G. clothes...uh, opps. better go do that and snag the ripe tomatoes out of the garden