Scarlett has climbed into bed with me for the past several mornings. What this means is that there’s no room for me. My queen sized bed is not big enough for Ross, Scarlett, her three or four Care Bears that she invariably brings with her, and myself. It’s just not.
I wore my cardigan inside out to work this morning. I didn’t notice until someone pointed it out to me around 9:15 am.
Some weird family shit is going on which I won’t divulge because, you know, privacy and they’re not part of my blog.
