Things have gone kind of quiet over here. I intended to use this day to clean my house, but then Jason did most of it last night so here I am, wasting my day, listening to the sounds of the house and my dog and the ceiling fans.
I got laid! No, wait; I got laid OFF. On July 31st they informed me that because of the economy and these hard times the company had decided to cut my position.
My best friend Kristi got married two days ago, and the days leading up to it were an emotional roller coaster for ME, I can't even imagine how it must have all felt for Kristi.
My dad is crazy. My mom is crazy. I certainly never had a chance.
Hello, you've reached the winter of our discontent.
About Me
- buffy
- My deal consists of Jim Beam and hookers. I also like cheese. I live in a small town in Alabama with my son, my husband, our alien-like dog Rocky, sometimes my two step-daughters, and a ghost named Marty who makes us peanut butter sandwiches. It's irritating because Marty always leaves knives covered in peanut butter in the kitchen sink, and who do you think has to clean that up? PHIL, IS WHO.
2 comments:
The weiner of your discontent? Your mom is NOT crazy. She's just uniquely oriented. Well, sometimes she's crazy, but in the decades of her youth, that was a compliment. "She's a really CRAZY chick!" So, did you mean that as a compliment?
Uncle Dobby
Dude. That bites the big one. *hugs*
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