My husband is going to fucking kill me.
Mallory was running around the room and crash landed into the screen of our big screen TV. It didn't appreciate the hit! The screen is caved in and cracked.
I'm not-so-patiently waiting for the Enginerd to CALL ME BACK so I can confess to him what happened. The fact that my calls are going to voice mail is just stressing me out that much more!! I want to tell him and get it over with!!
Wahhhhh!


