Things Are Going All To Hell and Juice Wants Her Husband Back

I need Shad back. He's been gone for about a month now. Taking care of a house is a lot of work alone. Yes, I'm whining. That's why I have a blog. I hate changing the kitty litter. That's his job. And things are falling apart all over the place.

First, it is 48 degrees in my house right now. I realized last night that the furnace was broken. My friend Sarah's husband came out to look at it today, went out to get parts, and is stopping by soon to fix it. (Fingers crossed).

And, Car ran away last night. I couldn't get her inside before I went to bed, so I went out after her this morning and still no sign of her. Poor baby was stuck outside in the snowy cold. She finally came back after I'd been searching for her for an hour. By then I was an hour late for school.

My car's heater isn't working and it is 13 degrees outside.

The front walk is covered with icy snow and I can't find the snow shovel.

I had to bag all the leaves by myself.

I'm too busy with school.

I'm still sick with a stinky cold.

I have to tape myself giving a 10-minute closing argument tomorrow.

I've only written one paragraph of that 25-to-40-page article that's due in two weeks.

Did I mention it is 48 degrees in my house?

And I miss Shad.

I want my mommy.