Ergh.

This new week doesn't seem to be starting out the way I'd hoped...

Stann's headed to Georgia for 5 days. {insert sob here}  He's on notice that if he goes to Paula Deen's restaurant, while down there - without me - I'm handing him divorce papers.  (not really...i'm overly dramatic - to a tee, but i will be madder than a wet hen...)

I've lost a $100 check.  {who loses that kind of money?! me. that's who.}  In my defense...I put it in a container on my dresser....but apparently...it had legs. 

And walked off.

Our Christmas tree is being simultaneously attacked by outside forces.  The cat.  Our boys.  Newest fun past-time:  throwing their airplanes into the tree - trying to knock it over - and - chasing the cat into the tree. 

This rain ain't helpin' a whole lot either. :/

And I just realized there's only 2 weeks 'til Christmas.  Sheesh!

I'm gonna go crawl into the bathtub, settle in there with a book, a coke, and I'm not comin' out until:

a) The weather changes.

OR

b) My check gets found and is waved in my face.  I don't even care if it's a "nyah-nyah" kind of wave.  And I promise to change my "tude" as soon as someone shows me the money!