don't worry. laying in bed with the worst cramps known to man. can't move. can't breathe. just so you all know, my phone has been stolen. STOLEN by some PUNK A kids in the mall. i know who they are, what they look like, and when they stole it. unfortunately by the time i realized it was gone, they were gone too. i am beyond words right now. whhhhat's next.
it's times like this when i just laugh. so i'm here, with my cramps, laughing. won't you join me? i'll let you know when i get it back. jake sent them a threatening text, so hopefully that will be soon. it was a very scary text.
oh, and did i mention that a few days ago our downstairs bathroom pipe started to leak really bad when we weren't home? we came home to very wet carpet. well, now mold has began to set it, and my entire home smells like poop and mold. so, that's pretty awesome too.
AND last night i sweated through my underwear completely. i woke up with my hair soaked in sweat, my sheets wet, my pillow drenched. the reason, you wonder? i had a dream that i was being sent to jail for 7 years. BAH.