*** yawn ***

It's Thursday and I. Am. Beat. Stick a fork in me, boys, cause I am done. I'm so tired I can barely keep ... from ... dozing ... off ...

I don't really know why I'm so tired, I'm in bed at a decent hour, maybe it's the heat? Maybe it's all the running this week? Maybe it's all the emotional roller coasters I've been on this week? DRAMA. Damn I wish I could bottle that and give it away for Christmas!

We've received the "official" word from State Farm, the tree is NOT our fault, our insurance is not covering it, it falls (literally) on Mr. Mustang's Progressive policy. It appears Mr. Mustang is a bit of a hot head and the car wasn't even in his name, it was in his dad's or someone's so they are totally pissed. Mr. Mustang was at the casino last night just glaring at Bob, if looks could kill I'd be collecting on his life insurance. Mr. Mustang's dad is talkin' smack to our insurance, saying things like "the tree was rotten three feet up the trunk" and "State Farm has already been here, they've already told me they're covering it". Yes, there was/is rot three feet up the trunk INSIDE, but, if you're not an arborist or have X-ray vision then there isn't any way to freakin' tell the tree is rotting from the inside out!

Smack, smack, smack. Dish it out babe, I can take it.

Bob's windshield is supposed to be fixed today or tomorrow, no idea really, that's a whole other drama session right there. I am walking away from that situation entirely, I don't have the patience to deal with it.

My Jeeeeeeeeeep rocks, I love it. I love driving it, I love sitting in it, I love how it goes over dips and rail road tracks and bumpy roads. I love how it handles and how it just glides.

I miss Mrs. Coach, she's in Texas suffering from a sad case of the poops. That's gotta suck, no kids, no men, just open air and, oops, gotta poop! LOL