One Last Fri-Yay.

One Last Fri-Yay.

We got some snow, I did some errands, and then the real estate agent wanted to push the closing date up and I got, like, totally stressed out and didn't sleep.
It’s oh so quiet (shhhh shhhh)

It’s oh so quiet (shhhh shhhh)

There's a game on I won't watch, things I won't pack, and things I won't take. There's snow I hate shoveling, and I'm probably going to cry today, because I cry everyday and I'm just so fucking tired of it.