House Of Flying Monkeys

The ABC's of Sassy.

I fully expect my wishes to have "Tainted Love" played, bouncing-rubber-ball-sing-along style, at my funeral. Suck it and sing, bitches.
Democrats make me want to scream, Republicans make me want to smack things. Preferably, them.
I only pretended to not like my freckles when I was younger.
I still want a pony.
I love to cook.
I live in a big, old, haunted victorian house.
I'm working, sporadically, on a political science degree, with a focus on women's issues
I got married at 19.
I still love him.
I read more than is probably healthy.
I have 3 boyos, that I'm trying not to completely screw up. I figure a *little* screwing up is normal.
I'm apparently only happy, when over-committed.
I own my own business.
I'm freakishly scared of bugs.
It's offically X-mas time in my house, as soon as Halloween is over. Be thankful any time of year, slackers.
Religous zealots make me want to throw shoes.
I'm not very patient.
I have a twisted sense of humor.
I like cheese, the smellier, the better
I'm not always a very good friend
I'm getting old.
I really, really, REALLY miss my dad
I own a 1932 Plymouth
I've finally reached the point where I really don't know how many tattoos I have.