Our schedule continues to be ridiculous and is not likely to change anytime in the forseeable future.
So every time I try to post it winds up being a big long whine-fest about the panic attacks I have when I see our calendar with tinges of my fantasies about chucking that motherfrakker out the window. Who wants to read that?
Hell I don't even want to write it.
So I won't.
Here is me in a nutshell:
Grumble whine complain eat junk food ignore the treadmill feel guilty grump at someone out loud or in my head.
Rinse and Repeat.
I think maybe I will just post pictures of things I like until after Thanksgiving.
Think I can find one of a unicorn farting rainbows?
THAT would be happy and interesting at least.
2 comments:
One of these nights we need to have our own Heroclix session, except it won't involve small plastic comic book (nay, graphic novel) characters nor dice nor paper maps. Instead, it will involve being out of the house and a glass of wine. Game?
Totally. Why is it our husbands can manage to carve out a couple of hours every week just for fun time, but we (or at least I) don't seem able to do the same?!
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