going to the aquarium with my hubby and little man....and a couple of friends that are watching 3 more little ones...FML! i like mine...and it's not as if I don't like kids (well, sometimes I don't) but my idea of a good Saturday is NOT and repeat NOT going and chasing around 3-4 screaming children...
She's one of those pushy friends that gets you to do whatever she wants no matter what. And she a great girl, but MAN! we even told her that we couldn't because of the money issues we are having right now, but she countered with "WE'LL PAY FOR IT ALL!!" It isn't too much!!" How do you say, "fuck off and leave me alone..." without sounding like a complete dick? it's not as if i don't enjoy chilling with her and her husband, but i know we are gong to end up spending money we don't have anyway, and JESUS! take a fuckin' hint, lady!
And she's been calling or texting every 15 minute today...kill me slowly with a spoon
blahhhh...update later, on how my FAN-TABULOUS day went...again, please....anyone have a rope? razor perhaps? some left over arsenic? just kidding...and that was a bit rude to joke about but...all right, i'll stick with the spoon and a q-tip...SOMEONE PLEASE! dig out my eyes and pop my ear drums so I don't have to listen or see this incessant screaming.
OH! but on a sweet note...I bought these flowers for my hubby, before the $ shit hit the fan.

Lilac, yellow double freesia, baby's breath, a pewter rose, and calla lilies...if i buy flowers: i design the bouquet myself...it is one of my favorite things...If you ever want to make me happy, make me a bouquet of beautiful flowers. They could be weeds as long as the colors were pretty

She's one of those pushy friends that gets you to do whatever she wants no matter what. And she a great girl, but MAN! we even told her that we couldn't because of the money issues we are having right now, but she countered with "WE'LL PAY FOR IT ALL!!" It isn't too much!!" How do you say, "fuck off and leave me alone..." without sounding like a complete dick? it's not as if i don't enjoy chilling with her and her husband, but i know we are gong to end up spending money we don't have anyway, and JESUS! take a fuckin' hint, lady!
And she's been calling or texting every 15 minute today...kill me slowly with a spoon

blahhhh...update later, on how my FAN-TABULOUS day went...again, please....anyone have a rope? razor perhaps? some left over arsenic? just kidding...and that was a bit rude to joke about but...all right, i'll stick with the spoon and a q-tip...SOMEONE PLEASE! dig out my eyes and pop my ear drums so I don't have to listen or see this incessant screaming.
OH! but on a sweet note...I bought these flowers for my hubby, before the $ shit hit the fan.

Lilac, yellow double freesia, baby's breath, a pewter rose, and calla lilies...if i buy flowers: i design the bouquet myself...it is one of my favorite things...If you ever want to make me happy, make me a bouquet of beautiful flowers. They could be weeds as long as the colors were pretty



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I was misdiagnosed and supposedly medication does very little for someone like myself. I see no point in continuing with it.
...I shouldn't laugh at your blog but I did