Saturday, October 22, 2011
Blog, blog, bloggity blog
Dear Readers,
I am very sorry for the lack of blogging as of late. It's not that I haven't wanted to blog for you, honest! Blogging simply not been at the top of my priority list. Please don't be upset or count my blog out just yet. I am sure there are more great blogs to come.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
I am very sorry for the lack of blogging as of late. It's not that I haven't wanted to blog for you, honest! Blogging simply not been at the top of my priority list. Please don't be upset or count my blog out just yet. I am sure there are more great blogs to come.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Randomosity
Is Randomosity actually a word or did I just make that up? Either way, my blog is going to be random shit that has happened in my life since my last post.
I have gained like a million pounds over the past year. Okay, may be more like 10,000 but non-the-less, I am probably the fattest I have ever been outside of pregnancy. Which I might, pregnant is almost exactly what I resemble lately. I am happy to report that is NOT the case. I can't decide why I keep getting fatter and fatter but I know one thing is for sure, I have become super lazy.
Now some people would argue with me, siting that I run around all the time. They would be correct, I am always running around! However, my ass is always sitting down while I drive from place to place, dropping a kid here, dropping a kid there, picking one kid up, then another and another and so on. By the time I have a chance to relax, I sit my ass on the couch where I unwind from all that running. Quite honestly, I need to think of a catch phrase for this motherly phenomenon! Let's think some up right now, shall we?
1. Soccer Mom Assitis
2. Spectator Plumping
3. Car seat spreadation
That's all I got for now. I really have no excuse to be as lazy as I am. I have 7.5 hours a week to myself. I could use this time wisely but instead I choose to nap, run errands or just sit in silence. All I know is eventually I am going to have to get up off my rear and do something. You would think that having my four year old draw a picture of me, explaining each step of the way, "This is Mommy's baby belly....." or my four year old niece telling me I have a big belly would help me get motivated! Yeah, Not inspiring! I don't know what it's going to take but right now, it is what it is.
Next topic; all four of my kids are now attending school. The twins are in the seventh grade, Olivia is in her 2nd year of kindergarten (no she didn't get held back, she is doing a two year program) and Sarah is in pre-k three afternoons a week. I can't wait till they are all in school full-time! A mom can dream, right?
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
I have gained like a million pounds over the past year. Okay, may be more like 10,000 but non-the-less, I am probably the fattest I have ever been outside of pregnancy. Which I might, pregnant is almost exactly what I resemble lately. I am happy to report that is NOT the case. I can't decide why I keep getting fatter and fatter but I know one thing is for sure, I have become super lazy.
Now some people would argue with me, siting that I run around all the time. They would be correct, I am always running around! However, my ass is always sitting down while I drive from place to place, dropping a kid here, dropping a kid there, picking one kid up, then another and another and so on. By the time I have a chance to relax, I sit my ass on the couch where I unwind from all that running. Quite honestly, I need to think of a catch phrase for this motherly phenomenon! Let's think some up right now, shall we?
1. Soccer Mom Assitis
2. Spectator Plumping
3. Car seat spreadation
That's all I got for now. I really have no excuse to be as lazy as I am. I have 7.5 hours a week to myself. I could use this time wisely but instead I choose to nap, run errands or just sit in silence. All I know is eventually I am going to have to get up off my rear and do something. You would think that having my four year old draw a picture of me, explaining each step of the way, "This is Mommy's baby belly....." or my four year old niece telling me I have a big belly would help me get motivated! Yeah, Not inspiring! I don't know what it's going to take but right now, it is what it is.
Next topic; all four of my kids are now attending school. The twins are in the seventh grade, Olivia is in her 2nd year of kindergarten (no she didn't get held back, she is doing a two year program) and Sarah is in pre-k three afternoons a week. I can't wait till they are all in school full-time! A mom can dream, right?
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
A Dental Nightmare
Yes my friends, a dental nightmare is how I would describe the state of my teeth. I have always had trouble with my teeth. I had cavities at a young age and have continued to have them into adulthood. To be honest, I am not sure I even a single tooth that doesn't have a filling in it.
Last week I started having pain in what I thought was one of my molars. This particular molar has a crown on it. Since my other teeth that have crowns have all required root canals. It was only natural for me to assume this was the case, right?
You can imagine my surprise when it turned out that it wasn't the crowned molar at all. As it turned out, it was the tooth right in front of it. Apparently the tooth that had a big ole filling in it all ready, had decay under the previously mentioned filling. Can you say fabulous??? That's exactly what I thinking!
As you can imagine, I was soooo excited when they said, "We can go ahead and take care of it today if you have time!" and of course I replied, "Why of course I do!". In all actuality I was thinking, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I hate going to the dentist. I am not really sure anyone loves to go to the dentist but I especially despise it. Why? Well, 8 out of 10 times that I grace the dental office with my presence, I end up having a cavity.
The dentist came in and began giving me shots. They hurt, they hurt a lot! Now I would love to tell you once I got the initial shots I felt nothing but unfortunately that wasn't the case. Oh hello kitty no! Nope, I had to get shot after shot after shot because it would not numb up. Finally after a zillion shots the dentist started to drill away at my old filling. It went well for awhile but then all of the sudden, I could feel it again! What in the Sam hill was going on???? Of course this meant, you guessed it, more shots!
Eventually I was completely numb, and the dentist was able to complete my filling. However, the right side of my face was so numb that I seriously looked like I had Bells Palsy and my face was completely swollen. I digress.
My mouth was numb for about four hours and now my tooth doesn't hurt at all but where I got all the shots hurts like no body's business.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Last week I started having pain in what I thought was one of my molars. This particular molar has a crown on it. Since my other teeth that have crowns have all required root canals. It was only natural for me to assume this was the case, right?
You can imagine my surprise when it turned out that it wasn't the crowned molar at all. As it turned out, it was the tooth right in front of it. Apparently the tooth that had a big ole filling in it all ready, had decay under the previously mentioned filling. Can you say fabulous??? That's exactly what I thinking!
As you can imagine, I was soooo excited when they said, "We can go ahead and take care of it today if you have time!" and of course I replied, "Why of course I do!". In all actuality I was thinking, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I hate going to the dentist. I am not really sure anyone loves to go to the dentist but I especially despise it. Why? Well, 8 out of 10 times that I grace the dental office with my presence, I end up having a cavity.
The dentist came in and began giving me shots. They hurt, they hurt a lot! Now I would love to tell you once I got the initial shots I felt nothing but unfortunately that wasn't the case. Oh hello kitty no! Nope, I had to get shot after shot after shot because it would not numb up. Finally after a zillion shots the dentist started to drill away at my old filling. It went well for awhile but then all of the sudden, I could feel it again! What in the Sam hill was going on???? Of course this meant, you guessed it, more shots!
Eventually I was completely numb, and the dentist was able to complete my filling. However, the right side of my face was so numb that I seriously looked like I had Bells Palsy and my face was completely swollen. I digress.
My mouth was numb for about four hours and now my tooth doesn't hurt at all but where I got all the shots hurts like no body's business.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
There Are Two Sides To Every Story
I know, I know, I am not even going to make excuses or ask for forgiveness! I do have a life outside of this computer, ya know? Not being one to dwell, I am moving forward to today's blog with great trepidation of my rantings.
in-law noun
1.A relative by marriage
(IN-LAW) This term is used to define how you are related to your spouse's family and relatives. It is most commonly used to describe your relationship to your spouse's immediate family. That is, his/her parents and siblings.
The above is Webster's definition of "in-law". You want to know my definition of in-law? In-law; Person or persons that come along with your spouse whether you like it or not, pains in the ass and/or a source of constant aggravation. Can also be someone who blames you for EVERYTHING.
Now some people are blessed with great in-laws and others are not so lucky. Due to the fact that my husband's parents are divorced, I have a great separation of one's I love and one's that I could do without. I have teetered back and forth about blogging this. Obviously in the end I decided I don't care if the wrong person reads this. Seriously? How much more trouble could this get me into???? I am going to go with none.
Before I go any further, I want to give you my feelings about gossip. I wouldn't go so far as to say I am a gossiper. In fact, I am tight lipped about things people in trust with me. After all, I wouldn't appreciate if I told someone a deep, dark secret thinking they were trustworthy only to discover they told anyone and everyone who would listen. Now if I get some juicy gossip that has nothing to do with my inner circle, I might spill - not "might", its very likely I will. Just being honest here people! Seriously, it is something most of us struggle with. On the other side of the gossip coin, somehow, someway, if you talk about me it WILL get back to me. I am not sure if this is because people want me to know or what. I am not sure why anyone would want me to know they wanted to be my enemy. I would be the first to admit you are either in or out with me and there is no real in between. If you are in, I would give you the shirt off my back, my last nickle, be there through whatever life throws at you. If you are out, lets just say it's pretty damn cold out there and leave it at that. I make no bones about it! This is just how I am, in my family we refer to it as being "Staten" and it's so much better for you to be on a Statens' good side.
It has never been a secret that my mother-in-law and I have a pretty rocky relationship. Scott calls it a mutual "hate-hate relationship". It all started when Scott and I began making out our guest list for our wedding. Who could know that inviting Scott's step mom would pose such a threat to the day? To all of us level headed people it would only seem natural to do so. There problems aren't my problems and surely they could put their issues aside for an afternoon, right? In the end it turned out okay but it wasn't without it's drama. Fast forward 16 years.....we are sitting at my daughters' dance recital, waiting for it to begin. My Mom was talking to my Grandma and pointed out my father-in-law and his wife to her and (BAM!) my mother-in-law is immediately pissed. She gets up seconds before the curtain lifted and left! This incident is just one of many over my 18 years of marriage.
Most recently, I threw a 40th Birthday Party for Scott at his Dad's land (which is another sore subject with the mil). Since everyone (except my mil) is on the Internet these days, I sent out invites via Facebook and told Scott to invite his mother as soon as humanly possible. I knew that if someone in her family saw it before her and said something to her, my ass would be grass! Have you figured out where this is going yet? Oh yeah, it gets back to me pretty quickly that she is pissed at me and apparently had lots to say about Scott's party to everyone but me. The kicker to the whole thing is she wasn't even going to be here anyway.
Last weekend, I got a phone call from a very good, unrelated friend of mine who said she had a very interesting conversation at a family dinner about me. Now my friend has no reason to fabricate anything, nor would she ever. In fact, she had no real prior knowledge about more than half of the things which were conveyed to her. Nor would she have made the connection unless it was pointed out as it was.
Apparently, someone in my friend's family is very good friends with my mother-in-law. She asked my friend if she knew me and when she confirmed, she proceeded to spew my mother-in-law's version of wrong doings by me all over her! What the HELLO Kitty???? Before I proceed, my mother-in-law has every right to bitch about me to her family, her friends or whoever she wants. If they blindly choose to believe it all as the gospel, that is their business. Where I draw the line and put up a mine field is when YOUR friend tries to convince MY friend that I am at fault for everything and I am an awful, terrible person. This is my response to all the things that were said about me via the friend, in no particular order with my own special twist.
1. Your friend does NOT know me therefore, has NO right to talk about me based on YOUR embellished version of things.
2. Your friend stated that she HAD to go on vacation with you because YOU weren't invited to your son's party. Truth, you WERE invited but you CHOOSE to go on vacation the week of your son's birthday. Nevermind, we all know that you can't just call and ask to stay at the beach house on such short notice.
3. Your friend stated we had our last child to "save" our marriage. Are you kidding me? The only thing our marriage needs saving from is YOU! Furthermore, the last thing I would do is intentionally bring a child into this world to "save" anything. Hell, I had three other kids! As if that wasn't warning enough that children don't save anything (including Scott's hard earned money). Furthermore, your precious son isn't being held captive here - just saying!
4. Apparently you paint me as this horrible bitch of a person to anyone who will listen. I am tired of you bad mouthing me. You simply don't like me because I don't allow you to manipulate me into doing what you want and include EVERYONE to events - Get over yourself. You aren't the only one with feelings.
5. I don't care what YOUR friends think of me, I don't care what YOUR family thinks of me and I certainly do NOT care what YOU think of me! I never had a fighting chance anyway.
6. The one and only thing your friend got right about me is that I am either your best friend or your worst enemy. I guess you picked the later.
There are many things I could go on and on about but I am going to take my own advice and build a bridge, which we all know you aren't capable of. I will no longer even consider taking any responsibility for your hurt feelings where I am concerned (Sort of like you don't consider the feelings of all but one of your grandchildren). You go on portraying me as the Wicked Witch of the West and I will gladly ride that broom.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Sick of You Running Your Mouth
*Disclaimer - These are my feelings and if it sounded like I am angry, I am.
in-law noun
1.A relative by marriage
(IN-LAW) This term is used to define how you are related to your spouse's family and relatives. It is most commonly used to describe your relationship to your spouse's immediate family. That is, his/her parents and siblings.
The above is Webster's definition of "in-law". You want to know my definition of in-law? In-law; Person or persons that come along with your spouse whether you like it or not, pains in the ass and/or a source of constant aggravation. Can also be someone who blames you for EVERYTHING.
Now some people are blessed with great in-laws and others are not so lucky. Due to the fact that my husband's parents are divorced, I have a great separation of one's I love and one's that I could do without. I have teetered back and forth about blogging this. Obviously in the end I decided I don't care if the wrong person reads this. Seriously? How much more trouble could this get me into???? I am going to go with none.
Before I go any further, I want to give you my feelings about gossip. I wouldn't go so far as to say I am a gossiper. In fact, I am tight lipped about things people in trust with me. After all, I wouldn't appreciate if I told someone a deep, dark secret thinking they were trustworthy only to discover they told anyone and everyone who would listen. Now if I get some juicy gossip that has nothing to do with my inner circle, I might spill - not "might", its very likely I will. Just being honest here people! Seriously, it is something most of us struggle with. On the other side of the gossip coin, somehow, someway, if you talk about me it WILL get back to me. I am not sure if this is because people want me to know or what. I am not sure why anyone would want me to know they wanted to be my enemy. I would be the first to admit you are either in or out with me and there is no real in between. If you are in, I would give you the shirt off my back, my last nickle, be there through whatever life throws at you. If you are out, lets just say it's pretty damn cold out there and leave it at that. I make no bones about it! This is just how I am, in my family we refer to it as being "Staten" and it's so much better for you to be on a Statens' good side.
It has never been a secret that my mother-in-law and I have a pretty rocky relationship. Scott calls it a mutual "hate-hate relationship". It all started when Scott and I began making out our guest list for our wedding. Who could know that inviting Scott's step mom would pose such a threat to the day? To all of us level headed people it would only seem natural to do so. There problems aren't my problems and surely they could put their issues aside for an afternoon, right? In the end it turned out okay but it wasn't without it's drama. Fast forward 16 years.....we are sitting at my daughters' dance recital, waiting for it to begin. My Mom was talking to my Grandma and pointed out my father-in-law and his wife to her and (BAM!) my mother-in-law is immediately pissed. She gets up seconds before the curtain lifted and left! This incident is just one of many over my 18 years of marriage.
Most recently, I threw a 40th Birthday Party for Scott at his Dad's land (which is another sore subject with the mil). Since everyone (except my mil) is on the Internet these days, I sent out invites via Facebook and told Scott to invite his mother as soon as humanly possible. I knew that if someone in her family saw it before her and said something to her, my ass would be grass! Have you figured out where this is going yet? Oh yeah, it gets back to me pretty quickly that she is pissed at me and apparently had lots to say about Scott's party to everyone but me. The kicker to the whole thing is she wasn't even going to be here anyway.
Last weekend, I got a phone call from a very good, unrelated friend of mine who said she had a very interesting conversation at a family dinner about me. Now my friend has no reason to fabricate anything, nor would she ever. In fact, she had no real prior knowledge about more than half of the things which were conveyed to her. Nor would she have made the connection unless it was pointed out as it was.
*FYI - I am not using names to protect the innocent*
Apparently, someone in my friend's family is very good friends with my mother-in-law. She asked my friend if she knew me and when she confirmed, she proceeded to spew my mother-in-law's version of wrong doings by me all over her! What the HELLO Kitty???? Before I proceed, my mother-in-law has every right to bitch about me to her family, her friends or whoever she wants. If they blindly choose to believe it all as the gospel, that is their business. Where I draw the line and put up a mine field is when YOUR friend tries to convince MY friend that I am at fault for everything and I am an awful, terrible person. This is my response to all the things that were said about me via the friend, in no particular order with my own special twist.
1. Your friend does NOT know me therefore, has NO right to talk about me based on YOUR embellished version of things.
2. Your friend stated that she HAD to go on vacation with you because YOU weren't invited to your son's party. Truth, you WERE invited but you CHOOSE to go on vacation the week of your son's birthday. Nevermind, we all know that you can't just call and ask to stay at the beach house on such short notice.
3. Your friend stated we had our last child to "save" our marriage. Are you kidding me? The only thing our marriage needs saving from is YOU! Furthermore, the last thing I would do is intentionally bring a child into this world to "save" anything. Hell, I had three other kids! As if that wasn't warning enough that children don't save anything (including Scott's hard earned money). Furthermore, your precious son isn't being held captive here - just saying!
4. Apparently you paint me as this horrible bitch of a person to anyone who will listen. I am tired of you bad mouthing me. You simply don't like me because I don't allow you to manipulate me into doing what you want and include EVERYONE to events - Get over yourself. You aren't the only one with feelings.
5. I don't care what YOUR friends think of me, I don't care what YOUR family thinks of me and I certainly do NOT care what YOU think of me! I never had a fighting chance anyway.
6. The one and only thing your friend got right about me is that I am either your best friend or your worst enemy. I guess you picked the later.
There are many things I could go on and on about but I am going to take my own advice and build a bridge, which we all know you aren't capable of. I will no longer even consider taking any responsibility for your hurt feelings where I am concerned (Sort of like you don't consider the feelings of all but one of your grandchildren). You go on portraying me as the Wicked Witch of the West and I will gladly ride that broom.
Sincerely,
The Queen of Sick of You Running Your Mouth
*Disclaimer - These are my feelings and if it sounded like I am angry, I am.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Red, White and BOOM
July 1, 2011
Can I get a Hallelujah? Torros is back at work!
On another happy note, I am going to thrifting with my Sissy and BFFF!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Happy Insanity
Can I get a Hallelujah? Torros is back at work!
On another happy note, I am going to thrifting with my Sissy and BFFF!
Sincerely,
The Queen of Happy Insanity
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Can't Sleep
Here I sit at 1:12am....yes A.M.! I would much rather be sleeping but instead I am sitting here on the computer chatting it up with you. Please don't take offense, I am just overly tired and apparently all jacked up on caffeine.
I have a doctor's appointment scheduled for tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock in the morning. Why did I take such an early appointment time??? Seriously, I have no idea what I was thinking. Truth be told, I went to bed at 11:15pm. I laid there and was about to fall asleep when Sarah, being the sweet little thing she is, decided it was time for a recorder concert. Before I forget, I would like to say a great big THANK YOU to Grandpa Tim for that lovely little instrument. You shouldn't have....far too kind! After about 5 minutes of this, I called her into my room and asked her to cuddle with me so I could fall asleep. This worked like a charm for her....yup, she is up there sleeping in my bed snoring away with her father.
In other news; My day started out like any other, I rolled out of bed, got dressed and headed out for my morning Overla Mocha - Large! When I got home, everyone was still sleeping. What else would my children be doing at 11 in the morning? DUH! I attempted to straighten up the house, start some laundry and mosey (is that how you spell that? I am sure spellcheck will let me know.) around the house doing this and that. Slowly the children began to rise and shine....
Since I had a hair appointment (corrective stray gray treatment) and knew I was leaving the kids here, I decided I would blow up their pool and fill it. I laid the pool out and went to the garage to retrieve the air compressor - You didn't think I would blow that up with all my hot air did you???? I am a smoker for crying out loud! You should know better! With compressor in hand, I step out onto the deck and there is Torros destroying the pool. SON OF A PREACHER MAN!!!! That dog had dropped his kong on top of the pool and proceeded to try and pick it up. Due to the fact that he is sporting a plastic cone around his head, it wasn't just a matter of him reaching down and snatching it up, oh no my friends, this was all out war - just ask the pool! Every time he tried to pick it up, the cone would knock the kong to another area of the pool. Point of this story....we no longer have the ability to put air in the pool and my kids were not able to swim.
Now before you go and turn me into P.E.T.A. or The Humane Society, it's important for you to realize that I have been dealing with Torros aka Cone head Stinky Butt for the past week. Why? Because a week ago while in pursuit of a "bad guy" he stepped in a pile of broken mirror and got a 1/2" x 1/2" gash in his paw. This gash required him to be knocked out so they could place seven staples in his wound. Guess what that meant? LUCKY ME!!!!!!!!! He got a doctor's excuse to be off of work for a week until he gets the staples out.
Torros is a high energy dog, which is a nice way of saying he needs Ritalin. He is well trained and excels at sniffing out bombs, tracking down bad guys and playtime. He absolutely sucks at calm, relaxing behavior. Torros will lay down and pass out on occasion but if you so much as move a hair, he is up and at em' within a mila-second. NO LIE! Now if I was lucky enough to get him to pass out, he would just pass gas...over and over and over. My house stinks like a big ole gastric mess! Ugggg. Back to the cone, it has become an unintentional weapon for him. He can't move without knocking into something or someone. I have little nicks all over my legs where he has run into me. Let's just say he is lucky to have survived this past week and lets just leave it at that!
Okay, I am exhausted so I am going to try and sleep now....
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
p.s. Torros got the bad guy despite his injury!
I have a doctor's appointment scheduled for tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock in the morning. Why did I take such an early appointment time??? Seriously, I have no idea what I was thinking. Truth be told, I went to bed at 11:15pm. I laid there and was about to fall asleep when Sarah, being the sweet little thing she is, decided it was time for a recorder concert. Before I forget, I would like to say a great big THANK YOU to Grandpa Tim for that lovely little instrument. You shouldn't have....far too kind! After about 5 minutes of this, I called her into my room and asked her to cuddle with me so I could fall asleep. This worked like a charm for her....yup, she is up there sleeping in my bed snoring away with her father.
In other news; My day started out like any other, I rolled out of bed, got dressed and headed out for my morning Overla Mocha - Large! When I got home, everyone was still sleeping. What else would my children be doing at 11 in the morning? DUH! I attempted to straighten up the house, start some laundry and mosey (is that how you spell that? I am sure spellcheck will let me know.) around the house doing this and that. Slowly the children began to rise and shine....
Since I had a hair appointment (corrective stray gray treatment) and knew I was leaving the kids here, I decided I would blow up their pool and fill it. I laid the pool out and went to the garage to retrieve the air compressor - You didn't think I would blow that up with all my hot air did you???? I am a smoker for crying out loud! You should know better! With compressor in hand, I step out onto the deck and there is Torros destroying the pool. SON OF A PREACHER MAN!!!! That dog had dropped his kong on top of the pool and proceeded to try and pick it up. Due to the fact that he is sporting a plastic cone around his head, it wasn't just a matter of him reaching down and snatching it up, oh no my friends, this was all out war - just ask the pool! Every time he tried to pick it up, the cone would knock the kong to another area of the pool. Point of this story....we no longer have the ability to put air in the pool and my kids were not able to swim.
Now before you go and turn me into P.E.T.A. or The Humane Society, it's important for you to realize that I have been dealing with Torros aka Cone head Stinky Butt for the past week. Why? Because a week ago while in pursuit of a "bad guy" he stepped in a pile of broken mirror and got a 1/2" x 1/2" gash in his paw. This gash required him to be knocked out so they could place seven staples in his wound. Guess what that meant? LUCKY ME!!!!!!!!! He got a doctor's excuse to be off of work for a week until he gets the staples out.
Torros is a high energy dog, which is a nice way of saying he needs Ritalin. He is well trained and excels at sniffing out bombs, tracking down bad guys and playtime. He absolutely sucks at calm, relaxing behavior. Torros will lay down and pass out on occasion but if you so much as move a hair, he is up and at em' within a mila-second. NO LIE! Now if I was lucky enough to get him to pass out, he would just pass gas...over and over and over. My house stinks like a big ole gastric mess! Ugggg. Back to the cone, it has become an unintentional weapon for him. He can't move without knocking into something or someone. I have little nicks all over my legs where he has run into me. Let's just say he is lucky to have survived this past week and lets just leave it at that!
Okay, I am exhausted so I am going to try and sleep now....
Sincerely,
The Queen of Insanity
p.s. Torros got the bad guy despite his injury!
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