I'm sitting here trying to think of something to whine about. I can't. I guess all that cussing an bitching and yelling I did last night got it all out of my system.
Ummm....lemme see if I can at least write something....
**There's a fly in my office and it keeps buzzing my head.
**Gas is expensive.
**The house that my parents lived in when they were stationed in Missisippi is gone. That's sad. She made it through Camille, but Katrina got 'er.
**My dining room was clean, freakin' neat as a pin, but I got my Free Cheese and lots of other free food today and now my dining room looks like a farmer's market. Uhh...with canned goods. A farmer's market with canned goods - now that's service, people. Anyway, now I've got to find a place for all of these canned goods so that my Brownies will have a place to make their Shrinky Dinks tomorrow. And a place to eat their cupcakes because they are not eating them on my carpet, no ma'am.
**Cute Baby has been a little on the sober side the last two days. I want my happy Cute Baby back!! He won't smile or belly laugh when I blow on his tummy and he will only sleep if I hold him and that's not a bad thing because I like nuggling him, but I just worry he's getting sick. Poor fella.
That's it. That's all I can find to whine about. If I'm going to have decent Whiney Wednesday posts from now on, I'm going to have to stop cursing and ranting on Tuesday nights.
I was born a semi-diva. I married a redneck. Through the magic of osmosis or just because of a serious lack of sophistication over the years I have found a balance of the two that make me who I am today. And then I write about it all, much to the chagrin of my mother.
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Nuggling..... is that legal in Oklahoma? Does his MOTHER know you do this? Do you have a license for that?
April-Yes. I'm a bad-ass. I have a license to nuggle. Fear me.
Diva,
I fear you. "Fitty" told me just the other night, as we were rolling some barrels along the highway: "Be afraid. Be very, very afraid." I thought he was talking about you, but he was looking at me kind of funny, like he wanted to make a shirt out of my skin.
Fitty...... hehehehe
HillbillyMom-Well, if it's any consolation, I think you'd make a charming shirt. I bet you'd be really comfy.
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