Holy shit I want a do-over. Yesterday passed in a blink of busyness, traffic, and utter futility. Of course it wasn’t so bad because I got to spend a good chunk of quality time (we’re talking like five hours) with Kelly. But still, I want my time back.

We wasted our Tuesday evening attending a completely pointless Master Track information session at The Loft. I picked up Ms. K and we immediately got stuck in Twins traffic. Which of course meant we had to deal with Twins parking. And the whole information session was uttery ridiculous because nobody there could seem to clearly articulate exactly what we’d be getting for our $9,000 should we be chosen to participate.

The good news though? We’ll still be able to take classes with Dale whom we adore more than we adore the Vodo.

If there hadn’t been tator tots and bloody marys involved, heads would have rolled.

So now I’m sitting here tired as fuck because when I got home last night I had to finish babysitting for Sister #4 (who has to be at work at 7 a.m.).

The Stink and Sister #2’s rock and roll lifestyle kept them out until after 1 a.m., leaving me watching “That’s So Rayven” with the Kidlings who refuse to sleep.

I totally need a do over.