I'm not going anywhere today. I started cleaning our room, one thing lead to another, and I freakin' morphed into Granny Clampett in Spring Cleaning mode complete with shrilly screaming voice proclaiming no bellyaching and here's a toothbrush for the details.
Young Sam is grateful to be at a cast party. Sucks to be him though; he's home with me all week.
So, huffing 409 and Clorox. BRB.
If not back, avenge death.