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October 23, 2007
Suckishness
Saturday night we went to a Halloween party. Good times were had by all, but in hindsight when one has been exposed to a virus, it may not be in one's best interest to stand outside in 31 degree weather for 4 hours.
That's right- it is this season's first cold, and I am miserable. The husband has had this shit for a while now, and I thought I had escaped it. Boy, was I wrong. My head feels like it has been through a cement mixer.
Just went into the bathroom to soak and alleviate my uber achy ass, and found the water to be running piss yellow today. Fucking. Awesome. Apparently someone has been playing with the pipes downstairs. So, no bath- at least not til later. Instead, I opted for laying down for a little while... The fire department was nice enough to fuck that up by testing the building's alarm system. Not only was I jolted hard out of that blissful and warm "almost" sleep state by the screaming of the world's loudest alarm, but it scared the piss out of the cat too, and she clawed the ever living fuck out of me in her panic to run away from... well... whatever she thought was going to eat her alive.
Screw it... Guess I'll go clean something. Might as well have something to be pissy about while I feel like a can of smashed assholes.
Posted by TheFreud at October 23, 2007 10:37 AM
Comments
can of smashed ass holes...
I have decided that I'm gonna write a book with all your "MsFreud-isms"...
It's gonna be a best seller! :)
Sorry you're feelin' crappy...hope you feel better soon!
Posted by: hilskie at October 24, 2007 7:42 AM
She gets her sense of Humor from her Grandfather Raymond, May he rest in peace.
Posted by: Dad at October 24, 2007 1:19 PM
No rest for the weary... or the sick. The world always seeks to conspire against the two.
Hope you feel better soon. Um, maybe like a small pile of ratshit.
BTW suck it spammers is a phrase not a word.
Posted by: cube at October 25, 2007 8:03 PM
I think the fire house asshole who sets those alarms off should be made to sit in a room of cats, fully clawed, and someone else set the alarms off, just to see how he enjoys trying to get away from scared cats!!
And yes my daughter gets her sense of humor from her Pop-Pop...my sweet Dad. I wish he had written a book on all the sayings that he had, that my brother and I heard all our lives with him. I think back and I could probably write down 50 of his sayings from memory. God bless his soul!!
Posted by: Mom at October 27, 2007 4:27 PM
