Cayote is the Devil’s Wet Dream

The thing I hate about not blogging for a couple of days is the fact that when you finally get down to it, you don’t know where to starts. Too many things have happened between Thursday night through Sunday morning. I had been planning to play the good girl and stay home last night. After all, there was a swollen lip to tend (very horrid ulcer that singes when you apply salt to it) numerous