It's Official

Recently, I signed papers that officially made me trailer trash a mobile home owner. I know, I KNOW! Have I lost my mind? I said I'd never do this!

But here is a list of other things I said I'd never do:

• Live in Toronto (oops)
• Move back home (double oops)
• Live with my mother...again (lifetime oops)
• Buy a  trailer mobile home (I can't count the oops')

So, considering I've done nearly everything I said I'd never do (other than making love to a rich, handsome, naked man with purple dreadlocks while riding on an orange goat...but you never know, right?), here is the next thing I'll never do:

• Win a million dollars

I'm pretty pumped to have my own space, with a yard so Roxy can go outside, lie around and roll in the grass whenever she wants. Oh, did I mention it also has A BATHTUB????

No more showers with the dog! That only makes sense if know the stories behind that statement. I'm not weird, I swear. Ok, I'm not THAT weird.

AND, IT'S MY OWN PLACE! Have I mentioned that?

Yeah, life's good.