hot mess express

Murders and crimes and farms and chicken wings

I really hope this is my last Friday. Oh, how I long to be on the road with my two neurotic cats and all of my accompanying baggage.

I bit the bullet and called the dealership around 11:30am, scheduling an appointment to sign the papers on the new Hot Mess Express. I knew if I put it off, I’d lose the car, and then I’d regret it forever. As promised, Shawshank called after lunch. He’s in a really bad headspace, and was nearly…