I am waiting for the worms tow truck.

It’s been 72 hours since the SUV was ticketed, and it’s supposed to be gone now. The stupid thing has been there for a lot longer than 72 hours – more like 336 hours, but who’s counting – and I am eagerly awaiting the tow truck’s arrival. Any second now. Let’s get towing!

The government Freaks Me Out. I’ve had to apply for various business numbers and accounts now that I’m officially an Independent Astronaut, but even looking at the government website makes me want to crawl back into bed and pull the covers up over my head. It is scary. I don’t want to be a big girl; I want someone to deal with all of this crap for me.

Ed has a really bad cold, and I’m afraid of catching it. I was already sick with Mystery Herpes last week; I don’t need to be held up again by germs. I have very important things to independently astronaut, and laundry to do. Yes, it’s a thrill a minute around here – but at least I have pie.