...and they continue to throw dirt at your face and then the worms eat you. Be glad it happens in this order.
And I am. Really I am, but seriously can I please get a mofo break this week? Pretty please?!
I don't want to get into a tirade of things that went wrong this week or how this week's been so stressful I hardly made it past 9pm when my dear husband finds me snoozing on the couch, mouth wide open, drooling on our cat's blanket.
I will also not elaborate in great detail how everyone else is off at work but the work keeps flooding in. After all, the job I have is pretty decent and I love the team. See Tuesday's post.
But what the fuck? My husband hardly ever gets called out when he is on weekend duty. But the one time he's organized tickets for a great soccer game and had his Dad flown in (this was supposed to be his birthday/Christmas present), that one time he gets called out.
If put in perspective I know I have no right to even open my mouth and things could be worse but "Dear timing, really?" "You suck giant, hairy donkey balls!!!"
You need em. I'm sending em. Probably won't help much, but...here they come!
Melisa You always manage to make me smile. Thanks. Hugs are a good cure for grumpiness :)
Yeah, I think this week just needs to END now. Hoping next week will be a better one for you...
Mofo will be my "new" word this weekend.....Loves it! As weird as this may sound I find your blog refreshing. You crack me up & tell things like they are. I do hope next week is better. Cheers!
What a pain in the ass, that does suck!
Oh, that gives new meaning to the words 'major bummer'
Any chance this call could turn out to be something quick? If not, then I'm with you on the donkey balls thing! ;)
Oh dear. Better luck next week...
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