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Monday Inspirations

Today I am sitting in my art room all day and getting things done.

My list for inspiration today:

1.  This is such a cute movie!

 

2.  I love this song

 

3.  Such a wonderful woman

 

4.  Elsie from A Beautiful Mess, Red Velvet Girls and Red Velvet Art.

 

5.  I love love love Zooey Deschanel!  This is her band She & Him.

 

Okey dokey.  I suppose that is all for now.  I should really get working, huh?

Because you CARE!!!!!!

Ok, so Typepad informed me that the issues with comments are not just on my blog (damn, and I thought I was special!) and that they were working on a fix for it and would get it updated soon.

I hope.

Brett and I have been packing some stuff.  We took everything off the walls in the hallway, living room, dining room and kitchen.  We got the nonperishables packed.  We got the DVDs packed. 

And all of the furbabies are very nervous.  They are all three huddled up to each other, I suppose, as Brett said, figuring that if they all stick together then we can’t forget one of them.  Like we would do that!

In other news, I knitted one scarf, I am working on another and I crocheted a hat. 

Brett  modeling the hat I crocheted.  What a good sport he is!  And guess what?  That is the second thing ever I have crocheted.  I am kind proud of myself.

Anyway, back to feeling pitiful.  After Brett was sick last week he decided it would be fun for me to not feel well.  I still have my headache and body aches, but the congestion and whatnots aren’t fun.  I so hate the South.  Stupid illness just floating around in the thick humidity.

Happy Black Friday!

Holy cow, we have a ton of leftovers…left over!  I clearly remember saying that my mother and my friend were to take some home with them.  So what happened?  How were we left with so much food?

Well, even though no one wants to read this right after eating a lot of stuff, I will tell you anyway what we had:

A kosher prebrined turkey stuffed with onion, apple, lemon and garlic slow roasted under low heat for 14 hours.

Cornbread dressing (stuffing?) with dried cranberries, spicy Italian chicken sausage, celery and onion.

The basic green bean casserole (and by basic I mean the can o’ green beans and can o’ cream of mushroom soup (one can each) with and ENTIRE CAN of fried onions.

Sweet potatoes mashed with cinnamon, fresh grated nutmeg, brown sugar and molasses.

Can shaped cranberry sauce.

Trader Joe’s Pumpkin Spic Cake.

YUM!

We ended up all watching the new Star Trek movie and a creepy ass movie called Orphan:

My friend Stephen kept getting all creep out by the little girl, so the movie was actually amusing to watch with him around.

Anyway, to round it off, here are some pictures to tide you over:

A little cap/jacket/sweater thing I crocheted for my mom’s dog

My friend Stephen 

Brett’s Hockey team when they played at Phillips Arena last Saturday

Scampi modeling a headband I made

Today’s purchase

By the way, I already know about the problems with leaving comments, but Typepad is aware and they are working on it to get it fixed!

Maybe I have no thought process because my mother keeps talking while I am typing…

I don’t know what it is, but I have the strangest headache that just will not go away.  It starts behind my eyes and slowly works it’s way  to my ears and down the back of my neck.  Painful.  Ow.

So, I think I mentioned that I got the banner done for my new site (where you will be able to buy stuff that I make, by hand) but I am not sure how much I like it.  I mean, it’s cute and all, but I am working on other ideas for it, when I should be working on the stuff to sell.

Way to go, Stephanie.  Procrastinating about something you really want to do. 

I left work early today so I could spend a bit of extra time with my mom.  We went to trader Joe’s to get some Thanksgiving food stuffs.  I had to send a message to Brett of the rest of the stuff to pick up from the store that Trader Joe’s didn’t have.  But I bought a Pumpkin Spice Cake!  Yum!  I also got some apple bread mix.  Gahyumyumyumyum.

I need someone to tell me to get off my ass and get cranking out some crafty goodies for the site.  I really want to have a bunch of stuff finished and packaged before the new year so I can just set it all up and away we go!

Get off your ass, Stephanie.

But I have a headache and the couch is so damn comfy!

Anyhoo…I will have pictures posted soon.

So I was telling you abo…hey, a piece of fluff!

Today was such a strange day.  Seriously.  It was super slow at work.  And i spent all of my tips as soon as I got off work.

And as I type this there is cooking going on in the kitchen.  It isn’t me.  It isn’t Brett.  And the furbabies sure as hell can’t cook (up anything but TROUBLE). 

It’s my mom!  She is making dinner.  Soup.  Brett is sickly.  Awwwww!

Anyway, I have still been working on things for the art/craft store.  So excited.  As soon as I get more done I will be more excited.

I can’t wait to move, though!

Holy crap, I can’t keep my thoughts in order.  ADD.  Gah!

The longest post in the world!

Sunday.

I was off from work today.

It was nice.

I feel brain dead.

My mother is coming down tomorrow for the week.

I cleaned today.

That is all.

Be back tomorrow.

Love ya!

Your Thursday Is My Sunday

Have I ever mentioned before how much I love reading and books?  No?  Really?  I haven’t?  Well, I do.  And this morning, just now actually, I finished a book that I started reading an hour ago.  Seriously.

Tuesday I went to two thrift stores and a used book store.  Ever been to a Goodwill?  They have books.  Lots of books.  Lots of cheap books.  I bought books.  At the used book store they have LOTS of books.  Cheap.  So I bought books.  In total I bought twenty books, mostly books that I read in elementary school.  That’s how I was able to finish the book in an hour.  I totally forgot how great some of these are. 

Anyway, I am trying to decide whether or not to post my reviews of these books on my review sight because most are between 25 to 30 years old and I am pretty sure you can’t waltz into a bookstore and find them.  These are the books that have been out of print for so long that you can only find them online used or in a used bookstore. 

I assume I should go ahead and give them a chance, too, huh?

In other news:

I bought a wig yesterday.  I actually had a use for it at the time I bought it, but now I don’t.  But hey!  I have a wig!  And it’s white, so I can totally change the color in photo editing.  Here it is in pink:

I think this picture makes me look like a younger Cher with more clothes.

Anyhoo, after hemming and hawing I finally changed the name of my soon-to-be online store and I am going to start working on things such as the banner and logo and all today.  I am also going to start getting things ready to post for sale.  I figure that I can get stuff packaged now So I won’t be rushing through things once we move. 

Also on today’s to-do list:

3-pull out all washable items (bedding, clothes, towels, etc) and run all through the washer, separating what will go to the new place and what will be donated or sold

8-work on items for the store

6-work on building website

1-try to force dogs to poop

2-soak in the tub with new eucalyptus bath oil in hopes of clearing sinuses

5-eat lunch

9-finish some knitting

7-take a nap

4-start cleaning house in anticipation of mother’s arrival next week for Thanksgiving

(3)-hopefully find long sleeved shirts for work

Sound good to you?  Me too.

Have a wonderful day?

I swear to you: it gets better the more you read….

Gah, today was so looong.  And I was only at work for five hours!  I swear, the hours stretched out longer than normal.

The suits were supposed to come into today to take a gander at how well (or badly) the salon has been doing in the past six months.  Not that there has been a problem, it’s just that they always come in every six months to check things out.  You know, to make sure that we are doing things the Corporate Way™.  And since I am turning my position over in a month and a half I figured it would be a fantastic chance to set down my Successor to go over everything with her that she would need to know on how to deal with the suit, how to answer the questions and what this person will expect to see.  I also gave all of the new people (you know, all two of them) the low down on how to act and exactly what script they should follow.

The lady never showed up.  Apparently she was in a car accident or something and is planning on coming next month.

That makes it SEVEN months.  Not six.  Humph!  All that preparation for nothing.

So anyway, in the process of getting everyone ready I got to hear all of the newest gossip going on.  And one thing that pissed me off is that I specifically told the owner of the salon not to tell anyone about my stepping down because I didn’t want everyone to freak out just yet or think that they can just do whatever they want and get away with it.  Well, apparently she told one of the stylists who threatened to quit.  I talked her out of it, but you know what?  I shouldn’t have.  I should have let her do whatever she wanted to do. 

It just goes to show who you can trust and who you can’t. 

And yeah, I totally understand that the owner is going through some difficult shit because her dad is on his deathbed, but why would she totally go against and agreement?  It’s just shitty business. 

I so can’t wait until the day I can just quit.

Anyway, bitch, bitch, bitch….complain, complain, complain.

More interesting news besides my ranting?  OK!

I have decided to take the next month and a half to practice my crafts and get stuff ready to sell in my new online store (link and all that jazz coming soonish).  Now that Brett and I are moving to a bigger place I will have an art room where I will be able to spread out and actually get stuff done.  Right now my “art room” is technically “the spare bedroom”/”Trey’s room”/”Brett’s smelly hockey stuff room”/”junk room”/”my art table room”.  Yeah, that’s right.  I have my art TABLE.  But soon, oh soon….that will change.  I cannot wait!

Also, this week until next week I will be cleaning, but not quite cleaning out stuff.  You know, for my mom when she comes for Thanksgiving.  The actual cleaning stuff out and all will happen soon…ish. 

ACTUALLY, I bought some bags to start putting stuff in for the shredders and for Goodwill and all. 

AND…AND!!!!  I have the next three days off!  How freaking awesome is that? 

Okay, one last thing.  And I am only telling this because I feel compelled to tell you how horrible and mean I am to Brett:  last night we were laying in bed watching Adult Swim.  And he got the hiccups.  So I did the normal stuff-you know, staring him down, asking him to hiccup for me, all that stuff.  And the hiccups just wouldn’t stop.  So I gave up and we just laid back and went back to watching TV.  Then, suddenly, I jerked toward him, poking him in the side and yelled, “BOO!”  I guess I scared him pretty well because he suddenly jerked up and punched himself in the face.

His hiccups were gone.

Are you ready for this!?!?

I am so excited!

We are moving! (YAY!)

Outside of the city.  (uh, yay?)

(Yeah, YAY!)

It’s time to move.  I have lived in this apartment complex for a long time.  Almost as long as I have been back in Georgia.  And I have loved it.  The community is nice.  The people are pretty friendly.  Everything I need or want is within walking distance.

But…

It’s time to go.

I don’t put to use everything that keeps me in the city.  Therefore it doesn’t make sense to pay the money for the surrounding amenities if I am not going to use them.

Plus!  PLUS! Plus, where we have decided to move is MUCH LARGER and cheaper!  And MUCH NICER!  Like, a whole lot nicer.  As in: bigger, prettier, quieter, more amenities within the apartment community.

The only thing that isn’t a plus?  No Target right nearby, only Satan-mart (boo), not within walking distance to grocery stores, etc.  A longer drive to work.  Brett has further to drive to hockey (yet shorter to drive to his job).  No loud, flamboyant, gay parties at the pool to watch in the summertime (that I am aware of). 

But still.  It is time to move out of the city. 

And I am so looking forward to it!

Without going into any detail…

I did something that I am not proud of.

I am very tired.

The End.

Check out Pink Duchess Critiques for my first book review!  Enjoy!

Wherein Stephanie Hits Another Low Point…(and totally takes advantage of the free water provided by her apartment complex)

It’s amazing how depressed I get having to deal with work.  I was off for two days in a row, had my phone turned off and I was happy.

Today I went back into the salon.

As soon as I got home I filled the bathtub with warm water, Epsom salts and lavender bath gel and just sat.

I sat in the tub for an hour and half trying to convince myself that I deserved it, that it was cold out and it would warm me up, that I could wash away the depression by sitting there.

I read a book for and hour an a half hoping that maybe it would cheer me up.  It’s a mighty sad book, with a few amusing portions, but for the most part I sat in the tub, reading a book and crying.

The last time I felt this horrible was when my parents were getting divorced.

I feel as though I am being forced to go through a day with a big fucking smile on my face with nothing to smile about. Sunday and Monday?  The smiles were real.  I felt real.  I didn’t feel like a drone that was being forced to do and feel things that weren’t me.

Brett asked me last night how my day was and I told him it was wonderful.  I told him that if I could sit at my art table all day and create I would be the happiest person.  He asked how long that would last and I told him it would last for a long, long time.  Not saying that I wouldn’t eventually get tired of getting up and trudging into my art room, but having the ability to get up and create, imagine and just be me without putting on a show would be the best thing in the world for me.

I feel as if I am missing out on being myself.  I feel as if I am a fraud by allowing myself to be something I don’t like.

I have said it before and I will say it again:  I have never hated anything more in this world than how much I hate my job right now.  For realz.

And it’s not the actual job.  I love doing hair.  Would I enjoy it more if a lot of the customers would just shut the fuck up and let me do my job without listening to their bitching and complaining?  Yes, yes I would.  But it’s not even that.  I rarely complain about a client unless they were just acting like total tools  What I hate is the bureaucracy of the whole set up.  Fuck it.

I only have a month and a half left of managing and being micro-managed, right?

I  just had a thought:  you know those onesies that say, “My Daddy Drinks Because I Cry”?  I need a shirt that says, “I Drink Because My Boss And My Job Haunts And Tortures My Every Waking And Sleeping Moment”.

Gah.  See, now I just come off like a totally whiney crybaby.

Who is sitting here drinking PBR and eating spicy pumpkin seeds.

Sometimes staring wistfully out at the rain.

I should totally go climb back into the bathtub.  At least it’s safe and warm in there.

How I spent my Monday

And that is how I spent my Monday.

Making jurries and sewing a tote with a makeup bag.

The first of two!

Ok, I got the first of my two new websites up and running.  Finally.

This one is a book review site.  I have not yet reviewed any book on there, but it is up and ready to go.

And ya’ll know how much I love books and reading and whatnot. 

So, go on over and see the new site at http://www.pinkduchesscritiques.com/.  That’s right, you read it correctly:  Pink Duchess Critiques.

That’s right!  I get to be a Duchess!  Bow before me and bring me pastas!

I have no clue where that came from.  Anyhoo…

When I get the second site up I will let you guys know and then you can totally go and visit that site too!  Aren’t you just so excited you are peeing your pants right now!?!?!?  ME TOO!!!!!

Truths

I love movies.  A lot.

I love books even more.

TV and I are super tight.

I cannot go to sleep in complete quiet, unless I have been drinking and/or taking something labeled as “night time formula”.

I have many strange, strange, strange thoughts throughout every day (but that’s a totally different post).

I refuse to eat meat off the bone.  The sound of the meat tearing from the bone disgusts me.

I used to be vegetarian.

I used to be vegan, also.

I cannot watch movies if I know that an animal will be injured and/or killed.

I love cutting hair, but I hate styling, perming, coloring and talking about hair.

I have lots of ideas for how I want to make money, but I feel to worn out, lazy and/or afraid to try.

I have always wanted to write books, but I think I tell stories verbally better than I can write them.

I really, really love to talk.  Unless I don't know you.

I have no fear telling someone exactly how I feel about them, no matter what.

I don’t believe in color coordinating rooms in my home.

I feel that having fur all over my clothes is like wearing a badge of honor.

I love getting massages, but trying to massage someone else hurts my wrists very much badly.

I always wanted to be an actress, but I am too shy to act in front of people I don’t know.

Scrabble is my all-time favorite game, but it takes so long to play that I don’t ever want to.

I have forced someone to taste a dog treat once just to see why dogs love them so much…he said they didn’t have any flavors.

I really love to cook.  A lot.

I believe in many aspects of many religions.

I haven’t seen my natural hair color since I was 12 years old.

I had a lot of imaginary friends when I was little.

I used to claim to be allergic to Brussels sprouts, and now I love them.

I suffered anorexia at one point in my life.

I want to exercise, but I cannot force myself to go.

I have a mad crush on Neil Diamond.

I also have a mad crush on Christopher Walken.

Garlic is my favorite spice.

Ginger is my second favorite.

I don’t think there is a such thing as too spicy hot.

Even though I feel people use me, I still cannot ignore them or push them out of my life.  Even though I know I should.

I love to criticize people, but I don’t take criticism very well.

When I am mad at someone I know is very sensitive, I will do everything in my power to make them feel bad.

I watch iCarly.  And I enjoy it.

Sometimes I wish I had never got my dog or my cat, but only because I know I will hurt very badly when they die.  And i am afraid of them dying.

I often read books written or set in the 1930’s to the 1960’s and wish that I had been alive then.  I feel as though my life would have been easier.

I hate, hate, hate to drive.

I get frustrated very easily.

I like to cry during movies.

At one point I wanted to be a truck driver when I grew up.

I want to go back to school, but I really dislike school very much.

Pink is my favorite color.

I don’t wear any jewelry except for my earrings, my wedding ring and, every now and then, my septum ring.

If I could go barefoot all day, every day….I totally would.  Shoes suck!

I prefer Pepsi over Coca Cola.

Saltines are my favorite snack food.  Especially when they are really brown.

Cleaning the kitchen is my most hated chore, followed by folding laundry.

Law & Order: Criminal Intent is my favorite show.  Because I have a mad crush on Vincent D’Onofrio.

I always come up with million dollar ideas, only to find out that someone else already makes a million dollars from the ideas.

I read all of the Twilight series, even though I dislike Stephanie Meyer’s style of writing.

And speaking of books, I don’t normally like fiction.

I am jealous of my friend’s ability to stay calm no matter what.

I cannot kill anything except for roaches.  And mosquitoes.

If I could wear pajamas all the time i would.

I have wondered if Anne Frank’s Diary would be as popular had she lived.

I love dressing my animals up.

I bite my nails and chew my hair.

I am deathly afraid of elevators.  And I am afraid of escalators when the hand rail moves faster than the steps.

I can recognize only one Scooby Doo episode from the beginning as the episode where Fred’s shirt changes several times in one scene…which tells me that the editors didn’t do their job very well.

I never use the heater in my home.

I miss living in Colorado a lot.

My dream car would have suicide doors.

One day I hope to be good enough at sewing that I can make all of mine and Brett’s clothing.

I used to watch 11Alive news in the morning just so I could yell and scream and flip the bird to Flip Spiceland.  Now he isn’t on there anymore so I have no reason to watch.

I am a bibliophile.

I continuously buy arts and crafts supplies, even though I do not need them.

I have no intention of following others rules that I find ridiculous.

My car is an absolute disaster.  Because I don’t feel like cleaning it out.

I keep old mail because I am too lazy to tear it up before throwing it away.

I am now going to go and watch TV, because I can!

If We All Concentrate…

I need everyone to concentrate really, really, really hard right now.  I need everyone to think about me doing the projects I have been saying I will complete. 

Ok, go!

It may call for a knifing

Oh.  My.  God. 

I got completely freaked out yesterday. 

Neighborhood Publix=not gonna go

New neighbors=**shiver**

I got up early yesterday, showered, dressed, blah, blah, blah.

Went to the strangest meeting of my life (so far).  When I got to the shop the owner handed me a credit card without really telling me why.  Then she ushered all of us into the meeting room where she ran through some things really quick, announced that she had an interview to go to and that she would meet back up with us later at Outback and that I had the credit card.  OH!  That’s what it’s for!  I was thinking about shopping or something.

So one of the other managers and I headed over to Outback, but we had 45 minutes before they opened.  I saw a bookstore.

I love bookstores.

So I went over and milled around for a bit, found a book (just ONE) and then we went up to the restaurant.

Where were the other two managers?  I called.  They decided not to show up. 

Gee, not show up for a meeting?  The owner was pissed, but they will totally not get into trouble for it.  ‘Cause, you know, THEY can do no wrong.

Anyhoo, after all of that I came home and lolled around watching tv, playing online, yadda yadda yadda.

Then, there was a knock on the door.

So I got up (btw, the dogs did not utter one little peep…not any!  not even an obligatory  growl), looked out the peephole and see the new neighbor dood.  I opened the door a crack and looked out to see him standing there smiling.

“Hello?”  I said.

“Hi!” he says, smiling a strange smile.

“Can I help you?” I was getting the beginning of uneasiness because of the look on his face.

“Can I come in?” he asks.

“Why?”  Now I am getting totally not happy.  Why were the dogs not making a sound?

“I don’t know.  Can I come in?” he replies.

“NO!  You can’t!” and I slammed the door in his face.

I call the leasing office.  Before the guy at the office even finishes his phone greeting I interrupt with my name and my apartment number and “look, that new couple that moved in yesterday?  Dood just came to the door wanting to come into my apartment and I told him no and he FREAKED.  ME.  THE.  FUCK.  OUT”, to which leasing office guy says, “Well, he is kind of….how can I say this?  Sl---no, I think he has problems” to which I say, “I don’t give a shit what his problems are, they aren’t my problems and I am not happy” to which leasing apartment guy says, “ok, I will call and take care of it”.  Then I called Brett.  I told Brett that if dood comes to the door again I will bust the glass off the gun cabinet and stick a gun in the guys face and threaten to blow his stupid head off. 

Right now I have a knife sitting on top of the speaker by the door.  If he knocks, rather than worrying about cleaning broken glass up, I will open the door with the knife in my hand and hopefully scare the bejezzus out of him.

I don’t want to have anything to do with them at all.  And it sounds mean, but if he has problems then he needs a handler to look after him.

I know, I know.  He probably is completely harmless, but honestly, I do not want to find out one way or the other what he is and is not capable of, you know what I mean?  Who’s to say that he isn’t some dood that is mentally disturbed, but also a rapist?  I mean, his wife can’t possibly know what he does 24/7 because she works.  And he, apparently, doesn’t. 

Maybe I am over reacting.

Better safe, than sorry, though, you know what I mean?

So anyway, after all of that I finished what I was doing in the first place.  I registered the names of two more domains, a book review site and my arts and crafts “store”, which really, the “store” site is going to be a place to see the new items I am making and then people will be able to go to my etsy store to purchase items.  As soon as I have everything up I will put up links so you guys can check it out.  You know, if you want to, that is.

Anyway, I am off to try to figure out how to make my banners for the sites and all that jazz.

Have a wonderful day!

Monday, Monday

What a day.

I’m not sure if it’s all schools in Atlanta, or just a particular brand of school (county, city or private), but today was a Teacher Work Day.  What is a Teacher Work Day, anyway?  I think it’s a day that all the kids are out of school so that the teachers can sit around, smoking pot, passing a bottle of booze around and gossiping about how much they hate their students.  Well, that’s what it is in my mind.  I’m probably wrong.  But why a whole day?  Can teachers not work while they have students taking pop quizzes and all?  Anyway, today was a Teacher Work Day of some teachers.  Therefore students were out of school.  And parents figured it was a perfect day to bring ALL of them in and get ALL of them haircuts.

Woo hoo.

Nothing like having a bunch of 12 year old little girls in the salon giving each other tips on how they would look, like, totally awesome and cute with such and such hairstyle and O.  M.  G……did you totally see how so and so had her hair done the other day and wasn’t it, like, totally icky!?!?!?!?!?!?  Blarg!

Wait.  I totally talk like that.  Let me take that back.  Totally.

So anyhoo.

Somebody definitely had a '>case of the Mondays today.  At first I was driving along Peachtree wondering why there was no traffic and why everyone was going the speed limit.  I actually almost Facebooked “wow, no traffic and everyone going the speed limit!”  I’m glad I didn’t.  A few minutes later I get up to an intersection where there had been an accident.  And there was a girl standing there on her cell phone, staring at her car, crying. 

What a horrible way to start a week.

Anyway, so yeah.  Where was I going with that?  I can’t remember.  I got sidetracked trying to find a clip of “Office Space”. 

I had a talk with my assistant manager, whom I will be training to take my place come the first of the year.  I can’t tell if she is full of giddiness or trepidation of the prospect of being a manager.  I believe the first option is probably the feeling she has.

Good luck to her!

Also, I got to meet my new neighbors.  Totally faux pas.  I walked up with Kroger bags in my hand.  The wife works at Publix.  Which is also across the street.  Both of them looked at the bags in my hand.  I felt stupid. 

I also had the strange feeling that I needed to clean.  I think it’s because when they were standing there they had their windows and doors open and it looked all nice and clean and bright in their apartment.  So I came inside, opened the curtains and windows, kinda straightened up a bit (you know, in case they start peering through the windows or something) and then vacuumed.  It’s not like they are stopping by for tea or anything, but I suddenly felt self conscious of the fur balls on the carpet and all. 

Silly.

So, yeah.

I have a meeting tomorrow.  I am off Wednesday.  I work Thursday (boooo!).  Off Friday!  Sweet.  Wednesday and Friday I am gonna crank out some arts and crafts so I can get my online store started. 

For now, I rest and relax.

I deserve it.

 

 

Tom the Cat from Hoot Owl Bookstore

Conjoined Triplet Gummi Bears

Gummi Bears playing with a Whopper

 

It says, “Horizontal Butt Cheeks R Hot”, Highlander

 

Brett and I, Halloween

 

Our Punkins!

Quick Update

I did it! 

I totally told my boss I was demoting myself.

As of the first of the year I will not be manager.

Do you guys know how much stress this takes off of me!?!?

Gonna go relax…will be back tomorrow or Tuesday.

Ahhhhhhhh…..