Slow down, my beating heart... slowly, slowly love...

I'm hanging by a thread here.

Why don't I have a single pair of respectable jeans to wear in this concert?

I feel like a shitty teenager- I made a tantrum so I could wash by hand my Ireland T-shirt so that me and my boyfriend can be matching twins tomorrow.

It's washed now and freshly pressed- and I can't find pants.

Oh.My.God am I angry.

I used to have 3 pairs of "7 for all mankind" jeans and now I can't find anything respectable.

It's my first real concert for cryin' out loud.

I deserve to look rockchick.

grrrrrr

I will be spending the weekend with my goddaughter at my cousin's house and I hope I get to play with my nephew a bit before he grows out of me completely.

Has anyone else heard of Bakugan?

Stupid monster card toys.

The ugly kind.

I begged the little guy to explain to me all the G-force and whatever- and when I suggested that whoever wins the battle takes his opponent's monster card thingy he frowned on me and claimed in a desperate voice:

"No. It's not like chess."

Yeah no argument there!!!!

9 year old smarty pants