I have not one, but TWO stories to tell.
In case you're on the edge of your seat waiting, you should know:
I can't write my stories because I'm getting ready for the flea-exterminator man. It's 3 AM, and I still have work to do before he arrives. After he arrives, the babies and I have to evacuate for 5 hours.
By the time we return home, I will probably be too tired to think.
Aye ya ya. How do I get myself into such pickles?