Thursday, August 18, 2005

I want to throw up

Why?

1. I just turned the TV on, and there is an NFL pre-season game on.
2. My husband is a dumb ass. Don't ask me why. Just accept it as fact.
3. My daughter is a dumb ass. Don't ask me why. Just spend 5 minutes with her.

I am in a piss poor mood, and may never recover. I want to scream.

dena at 7:04 PM

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12 Comments

at 9:11 PM Heather said...: You need to read my new post. You and I are in the same boat :)
at 9:02 AM soapbox.SUPERSTAR said...: Throw a bag of ice at the hubby and a bottle of Cuervo at daughter and meet me at Target!
at 10:13 AM Shannon said...: Michele sent me.... Enjoyed your tolerance piece, may have to post it myself, your right it is worth repeating
at 10:14 AM The Mistress of the Dark said...: Group screams sometimes help.

Care to join me?

ARGH!!!!

Thanks for stopping by again :)
at 10:16 AM Ramona said...: uh-oh...hope today is a better day
Here via Michele's!
at 11:36 AM Beckadoodles said...: HI Yep I'm in Suffolk, small world!
Thanks for stopping by and I hope you've got better spirits today!
I read a book while Hubby watches dumb stupid football. The only way I can spend time with him in NFL season, is through the pages of a book!
at 11:43 AM Lu said...: Girl - I know how you feel! Try having a dumb ass daughter with a dumb ass boyfriend and a freaking dumb ass mother in law!

Thanks for stopping by.
at 11:56 AM yellojkt said...: Sounds like you had a rough day. Feeling better yet?

Preseason Thursday night football cannot be that important.

Michele sent me, so that's my unsolicited opinion.
at 1:20 PM Kim said...: Michele sent me to tell you to come to her birthday party, you'll feel better!
at 3:13 PM . said...: Most husbands are dumb asses. I'm sure I'm one, too. If you like, you can scream at me and tell me all the things he, I mean I did that were so dumb and I'll make a sad puppy face and say "yes dear" and "yes dear". Because deep down all of us dumb asses are really sorry for the pain and hardship we've caused for our lovely wives. And if this doesn't work, there's always physical violence to consider. Go ahead, hit me. Right there. No, a little to the left. Owww. Oh, and Happy Michele's Birthday!
at 6:56 PM Dawn said...: Scream away!!
Here via Michele
at 7:42 PM carmilevy said...: Sae your link on Michele's and thought I'd stop by. I hope things have turned happier for you since you posted this.

I'm sending happy thoughts your way.

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