Unusual Girl Studios

That's it. Not much more to say. Fool for a good story I was. Very first game piece I peeled was Park Place. I was convinced that the clouds had opened and God was shining his white light of luck down on my head. But once again, a more jaded Christine, realizes McDonald's has made a fool of her. Too many medium cokes, large fries, only one manly steak burrito, and many medium coffee's later I have fallen victim to the gall bladder. Yes, the gall bladder in the human animal is aggravated by grease and other unnatural chemicals. But, egged on, no pun intended, I threw aside my own personal safety for that oh so unreachable dream of winning big. Now I pay the price. I hate McDonalds .

This morning, as I was in the second half of getting ready-I had run Kayla down to the end of the drive to meet the bus and came back to finish the makeup and hair-I was using my daily dose of hair spray to lift and separate my lovely locks- I debated (and yes, I am the queen of the run on sentence , I find that with the artful applications of commas and dashes you can finish a paragraph with the use of only one period and who needs more periods in life?) yes, debated how long would I be able to stand the sound of my daughter singing in a monotone. I can't stand noise. If it is the same sound and it repeats twice I am on edge. Three times "gets my back up" four times gets a polite request, although there is a bit of an edge to my voice, I don't care who you are employer, client, client's child, priest, to "stop that". But from there it goes straight into a bloody murder, hurts my throat, scream to "knock that off, now!" I find I really roll the