The kids' birthday party is in the morning. God, don't you hate when a bunch of people you really don't like have to come over to your house? House has to be clean, food cooked, a a permanent fucking fake smile plastered to your face. The only good thing about it at all is my children's' faces light up. I would do anything for that.
Kas
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