Barbara Barbara Barbara

Barbara's all upset that I don't mention her enough on my posts.
Most fat, ugly people don't want the public talking about how fat and ugly they are, but Barbara has such a HUGE ego that she just can't live without mention on my blog.  Now she's gone and got her boxers all up in her butt, and I just HAVE to mention her, or she'll have a coniption fit.
She's at the beauty salon this morning, and she needs it really badly.  It wil take them hours with the windows open to get all the stink out of there, but I guess they need the money, so they just keep on trying to get her to looking a little less like she needs to be back in her coffin before the sun comes up.  Darla Daniel sure has her work cut out for her.  I would want to get my beauty equipment all sullied up by working on such a project.  I'd say it's an act of Christian Charity on Darla's part.
Steve didn't sleep well last night.  I was all cross-ways on the bed this morning, and I guess I'd gone to sleep that way, leaving him just a little room at the foot of the bed.  I so wish I could get my sleep disorders diagnosed and cared for.  I toss and turn all night, and get up feeling like I've been beaten up.  I'm groggy all day, and want to lay down, but I know it would just be another session of tossing and turning.  My legs hurt so badly this morning.  I guess I kicked all night.