This morning I was awoken by the rise of the uterine monster that gnashes and gnaws and makes me anything but sunshiney happy. Woe betide anyone dare to step on my toes today, I am all bitey and snappy and I hate that I have to go out into the big bad today and actually talk to people.
But one child has football training this afternoon which means I have to go pick him up after school. I hope no one like talks to me, or even breathes in my general direction. (My kingdom for a hysterectomy)
Our new puppy (Cooper) has eaten the bedding so there is white fluff all over the back yard. Stupid dogs. (The older dog- Amos, taught her this nifty little trick) It is cold here at night, not just cold but if I had balls they'd be sitting inside my chest if I had to sleep outside like the dogs (and the man who is currently away and sleeping outside, I hope his balls are warm and not up under his ribs.)
I am not buying those stupid dogs a new bed.
And according to music max, my stars this morning are just so keeping in line witht eh theme of the day, "today someone critques you and frankly you don't deserve it....pot, kettle anyone?"
Oh just let them try. My ovaries are dying to bitch slap someone good.
Oh ick, I better go tie up the garbage bag for the girl to take out before the garbage truck empties the bin.
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