Let's go, Robbin! We have a day to save!
The Diva wants to help me with my blog today. So she is sitting next to me. Here is something she dictated, ordering me to write: "My sister, The Diva, is the baddest balla in Kansas City." So there you go. She is the baddest balla. True dat. Double true.
The Wordsmith's bestie, who we will call BP for Bottomless Pit* because of her eating habits, just got back from vacation in D.C. She gave The Wordsmith a voodoo doll, which necessarily delighted her. My only concern is who she will use as the object of her punishment.
There is a bat in my bathroom. I actually discovered this about 36 hours ago, but haven't said anything to you guys or anyone else. Which is surprising because normally I'd update my facebook and Twitter saying, "OH MY EFFING GEE THERE IS A BAT IN MY BATHROOM LYKE RIGHT NOW!" Or something along those lines. Whateva.
Heh heh, The Diva suggests that the fact that there is a bat in my bathroom drives me bat-shit insane.