Back From Hell

Hey everyone. I am finally freakin home!!! For those of you who don't know I went out of town with Tyrone to help coach him through his grandmother's death. Sooo we packed up, got in his mom's truck and drove all the way from central florida up to mid-North Carolina. That wasnt so bad, but the way up I couldn't get to sleep save for only two hours. Add to that I hadn't slept the night before.. that was.. fun.. /gags.    So we get there, and I learn that we're going to spend the night with Tyrone's sister, and thats well enough... but... staing with his sister involves staying with her 4.. yes I said.. FOUR daughters. Ages: 16, 13, 9, and 5. My god.... too much.  Each day I was travelling back and forth the hour and a half between Charlotte, & Belmont. Which.. eh.. travelling was part of it anyways. But.. if you can imagine.. hyper active freakin kids... and me.. trapped.  Yeah.. overfuckingjoyed... anyway.   By the end of the week I wanted to kill the kids, shoot their yappy ass "dog" (sorry but anything that is smaller than a soccer ball, is NOT a dog) and run the fuck away. /sigh.. So.. I have learned a few things... 1-black people can't have a funeral, and not wind up having church 2- I am nowhere near ready for kids 3- Its a bad idea to trap me around children for longer than an hour.. and last but not least... 4- Im never fuckin doing it again.  So Im back, I love you guys... Leave me some love.. I need it. *kisses*