According to the stars, that bad boy planet moved out of retrograde TODAY. All I can say is....it's about damn time. My lawnmower's broken. My washing machine is broken. And my heart is laid wide open just on the verge of gettin' broken again.

I slept away my day off in lieu of the list up to my elbow. My body needed the rest, and I listen to it these days more than ever. My house is a nasty wreck and the yard looks even worse than the carpet.

Only solution to the whole mess that I can see is a sexy hired hand to help with the chores and romance me by moonlight.