Quick Freddie, stage an intervention!!!

Well, I just finished reading Nikki Sixx's The Heroin Diaries, (Good book by the way) and I feel that qualifies me to diagnose addiction.

So all I have to say is Freddie, grab Daphne and Velma and stage an intervention quick! Shaggy is a junkie!

My first clue was his unkempt appearence. He never shaves or changes his clothes. And who knows how long it's been since he's had a bath. Apathy about personal hygiene is a sure sign of a serious drug problem.

Not only that, there are other serious indicators.

For example:
-Paranoia (always thinks monsters are chasing him)
-Hallucinations (thinks his dog can talk)
-Eats copious amounts of food (marijuana munchies?) but fails to gain any weight (amphetamines anyone?)

Shaggy, if you're reading this, just know you are not alone, there is help.
The first step is admitting you have a problem.

Holy Crap! It's been awhile.

I can't believe it's been so long since I've blogged!
Yeah, I was sick and everything... but seriously!
It's totally NOT because I've had nothing to bitch about. Nothing could be further from the truth. Not the least of which is having yet another birthday. Damn, I hate getting old. But I guess it beats the alternative-getting dead.
Another big part of the reason I haven't been on the computer much lately is because hubby-poo has been buying and selling online to make a few extra bucks. I totally DO NOT mind the money. but he's always monopolizing the computer. If not him, then it's one of the kids. But fair is fair and everybody should get a turn. So now that I've finnally got a turn, I gotta go referee a squabble between kids. Nice. More later.