It's Saturday morning. I still have the Little Bastard lodged inside me. I'm chugging water every time I turn around, I'm peeing about every half hour, and I'm MISERABLE.
I'm too grumpy to even try to joke about it. Just thought I'd post an update.
I'm headed back to bed (where I am SICK TO DEATH of sleeping!).
Someone have some fun this weekend, okay?
*remember that stupid song?