here i am

cuz where the fuck else would i be??

not christmas shopping.
like i'm supposed to be doing.
but here.

it's okay.
i'm kind of dreading the shopping scene on the LAST SATURDAY BEFORE X-MAS!!
this place is insane.
overpopulated.
(with the wrong kind of people)
you'd think i'd be used to it after ten years...
not me!
i refuse to adapt to my surroundings!!
bitch and moan, cuss and fight every step of the way.
makes for a more interesting existence...

hubby's helping his brother move into a new house today, so my shopping plans have to be put on hold.

this morning we were laying in bed and heard our garage door open.
hubby jumps up and looks out our window, which is right above the driveway.
okay, so i was still asleep for the most part and just ignored the goings on, but later he told me.
there was a car driving slowly past, with a woman pointing a garage door opener at our garage.
he thinks she was scoping out places to burgle.
so we had to unhook the automatic part of the garage door and lock it.
fuckers.

hubby just called to see if i would watch the two year old daughter of his most anal brother.
she's soooo cute and i wouldn't mind at all, but we're still sick enough that i don't think they'd want to risk it.
and he's mad that i wouldn't go along with tricking them into leaving her here.
whatever.
i do want him to get home as soon as possible, but i could not knowingly infect anyone else with this nasty virus. and you know if a 2 year old spends a few hours in a house of disease she'll catch it--they put stuff in their mouths.
men.
he didn't think we were still sick.
um.
okay.
i'm still dripping snot at an comparable rate to the flow of niagra falls, and my cough has just taken on a new twist--a sharp pain in my right temple that travels down my neck.
nice.
so yes, sherlock, we're still fucking sick.

sorry had to vent.
that's the risk of answering phone calls mid-blog.

and of course i'll end up looking like the bitch.
"she won't do it." "she said no"
fucker.

jeeeeez.
is someone grouchy this morning??
err...afternoon.
yes, in fact, someone is grouchy.
is that all fucking right with you?
hope not.
cuz then i can blast you.
hey, better you than the hubby.

cuz i love him.
and i don't even know you.
well, some of you i sort of know, and i wouldn't really want to be mean to you.
but it's fun to just light into people sometimes...
for no reason.
fire the help on a whim.
okay, okay, so i lapsed into my Dynasty persona for a minute there.
i don't like being mean or bitchy or ornery or any of that.

but i do need to go shower.
and that should be a treat.
kids have discovered the harass mom in the shower game.
it's a fun one.
including a shivering wet me and a whining pulling on the shower curtain child (or two).
fun.
i usually lose.

fuckity fuck.
tis the season to be fucking ornery.
ooh, maybe that's why i'm so grouchy.
well, hopefully the mr. isn't too mad to service me later.
that should cheer me up.
that is, if i can pull my head out of my ass soon enough to make room for him to work.