I can't believe certain people would choose to hit me while I'm already down. For shame. I would say "no cupcakes for you," but that would be an idle threat because I haven't baked any cupcakes lately. I can only say, "no vanilla pudding for you." I hope that smarts.
Anyhoo, I must embark on an ambitious spring cleaning plan. I checked into the cost of renting a dumpster to rid myself of all material possessions; I'm feeling rather zen. However, I decided against it. One can't run away from one's problems in a dumpster, even if it does have wheels.
So, remember to keep sparkling while I'm gone! You are all the apples of my eye!
