Vague

This is the kind of night I should blog about, because it has been so outrageous, but the story is not appropriate to share with the Internet. Or my mother.

But between the broken chair, And the blood from impaling my leg on one of its pointy pieces - it looks like a freaking crime scene in here. Plus I think my boyfriend's back is broken, I know the dogs think we are crazy, and I could really use some sleep.

Christmas break, right?