Here it is, back by popular demand. Shout out whatever's been bugging you. Me first:
I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT OUR INSURANCE COMPANY INFORMED ME YESTERDAY THAT THEY ARE NO LONGER PAYING CLAIMS FOR ANY OF MAX'S THERAPIES BECAUSE CEREBRAL PALSY IS A LIFELONG CONDITION AND THEY ONLY PAY FOR SHORT-TERM REHAB. INSURANCE COMPANY, SUCK IT. YOU CAN BET YOUR CORPORATE ASS I'LL BE FIGHTING YOU.
I MISS MY FRIENDS. WE'RE ALL SO BUSY KEEPING UP WITH LIFE THAT WE'VE HARDLY SEEN EACH OTHER LATELY.
I AM SO OVER TRYING TO ORGANIZE THE KIDS' TOYS. WHY DO I EVEN CARE? WHEN I AM 85-YEARS-OLD AND IN THE NURSING HOME, I WILL MOST CERTAINLY NOT SIT AROUND THINKING, "THANK GOD I FOUND EVERY SINGLE POLLY POCKETS PIECE, ESPECIALLY THAT MICROSCOPIC GREEN SHOE" AND "I AM SOOOO GLAD I KEPT ALL OF THE THOMAS THE TANK TRACK SET IN ONE PLACE." ORGANIZATION, SUCK IT.
OK, your turn!
