If I have to clean any more diarrhea off the carpet today I seriously might have a nervous breakdown.
New Year's plans are officially cancelled.
I hate the smell of carpet cleaner.
My hands are raw from using bleach to clean everything.
I have washed and changed the sheets no less than ten times since Sunday.
I'm ready for popcorn and Lord of the Rings.
I love Luke dearly, but I'm getting pretty tired.