TOTALLY MEZMERISED BY ELVIS YOU KNOW

Okay. Today I did not let Della (pooch) go with me to get in car pool line. She punished me by ripping up some kleenex. It's Elvis Death Day. Last night I got on a chat page with some koo koo people. They were arguing about his life/death/toilet habits/religion/drug use. Did you know you can actually send someone a sheep sound or one that sounds like a guy hitting you? I was hysterical. In honor of Elvis the Pelvis, I must have a moment of silence.shhhhhhhhhhh.okay.shhhhhhhhhhhh, again because I know you really didn't do the first one. I don't know how much sleep I got last night because I was afraid I would miss something. Remember......I have no life.

Good news. I missed the goal post completely and drove in unextreme road rage. As a matter of fact it was kind of sickly polite driver syndrome. See you later.

Leaning Tower of Basketball

1. Third day to take the kids to school. My dog, Della, (9" nails) jumped across my lap and left two gaping wounds in my cellulite. My son fell into the car and totally flattened his lunch. Yelling, screaming, barking...........Wham.....I slammed into the basketball goal for about the third time. This time it left a dent in my 1996 Ford Taurus (The Bullet). Whip lashed and choking to hold back a totally inappropriate word, I stayed parked on that goal post. Should I just keep pushing until it falls over. Maybe later I will try to reposition my car and strike it from another angle and try to straighten it up......or push it down.