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Things I don’t get

1.  What possessed my son to spit on the bathroom floor tonight.  (In his defense, he did it without thinking and was almost as horrified as me.  “I’m so sorry, Mom!!”  Tell it to the gypsies, kid.) 2.  How someone walked off with my car keys after leaving the child care at the gym and […]

This is why.

This is what I’m dealing with, people.  STILL.  And you wonder why I’m half insane.

Fussy, fussy

Dear Fellow Commuter: Well, well, well.  My condolences.  It’s quite the predicament you’re in, seeing as they clearly did not equip your Saab with an accelerator.  Shame, that.  Such a nice, shiny, expensive car, and it doesn’t have the ability to go faster than 30 miles an hour in a 60 mph zone.

Conspiracy Theory

I’m off work today, because I seriously needed a Mental Health Day.  (Seeeeeeeeeriously, judging from yesterday’s Grand Display of Idiocy and Illiteracy, which is too stupid and embarrassing to even go into, but suffice it to say that I’m pretty sure my coworkers think I’ve totally lost my marbles, like for reals this time.)  My […]

Everything but the kitchen sink….oh.

Second verse, same as the first I am so, so very sick of being exhaustingly busy at work.  Okay, so I know they pay me to DO MY JOB, and that’s fine because in theory I LIKE my job.  However.  That being said, I used to have occasional downtime.  Time where I could catch up […]