Those of you who regularly read my blog know I am a bubbly, somewhat crazy person who is happy and finds joy in the little things in life. I’m that girl that just laughs out loud, out of nowhere, while sitting at my desk, because I’m remembering something funny that occurred back in 1998. My head is a fun world, you should visit sometime. Unfortunately every 6 months or so the grumpy demon sneaks into my room at night, sharp fangs protruding from its long thin mouth, bites me right in the ass, and man LOOK OUT! I hate being in this kind of mood.
Today at work everything set me off. I found out early that someone didn’t do their job, which I kindly reminded them in an email to do on Friday, which affects my job, and that really got me going. That was just at 8:30. That was after one of the little bunnies, that live outside our office building, dared to run in front of me on the sidewalk, causing me to grab it and rips its head off with my teeth, Ozzy Osbourne style. Oh quit your gasping, it’s not like there were any live bats flying around at the time.
There are two people in the world who know how to manage me when I am in this mood. My sister, (who’s name we do not speak), and my husband. Luckily for my Sissy she hasn’t seen or talked to me today. Sadly for my husband this is Monday and we decided, in our efforts to get in better shape (remember my recent Kinect post) that we would start only drinking wine on weekends and cut back the calories on weekdays.
Some might think that our wine drinking nightly is more a health issue than a weight issue, and that backing off to just weekends is the right thing to do, for our livers. To you folks I say Shut The Hell Up!! I’m grumpy remember??? If one glass a wine a day is good for your heart 2+ has to be better right? I digress, but I just wanted to point out the night my poor Kyle might have in store.
I have nothing else to say today. I will surely snap out of this ‘eat shit’ mood tomorrow and tell you all about the fun we had over the weekend. Until then, I just thought I’d post proof that I’m not always about pink balloons and lolly pops. I, like everyone else, has my Shut the fuck up, did you really just say that out loud, stop talking or I’ll stab you in the eye with my letter opener, what is that horrible smell, oh god there goes another stupid Smart Car, no I don’t have a minute to help you with your issue, it’s not your fault that your IQ is equal to that of a piece of chalk, kind of days.
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