Ready to Strangle....

Chris just told me thirty minutes ago that he is having friends over…in thirty minutes…to watch the big England Wales football match. I have nothing to serve these people and the apartment looks like a tornado hit it. This sort of stuff drives me wild because I love to be prepared and have the house looking good and have some nice food to put out…Men!

And the whole thing will be capped off by Henry farting. Looks like it will be a fun night. Not.