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one more day until Fah-Rye-Day. Until then....

Thirteen Things That Drive Me BatShit Crazy

  1. People who drive fast cars in the fast lane, going 10 under the speed limit. Thanks!
  2. Children who are old enough to know manners and still can't manage to get the words please and thank you in their vocabulary so they can actually use them.
  3. CoWorkers who leave the register looking like absolute crap so that when I come in and tell a customer I can help them over here, I have to apologize because it looks like shit.
  4. Not having air conditioning. I've mentioned this before yes?
  5. My son not being potty trained*
  6. When TMoblile drops a call for no reason whatsoever.
  7. Getting my period. Ok so I like that I'm not pregnant all the time but seriously? I'm the biggest bitch in the world when it comes to the couple days before the big red show. I hate how I am and I cry just thinking about it. Wait, when am I due for it again?
  8. My daughter taking her shorts off all the time and then removing her diaper loudly proclaiming "I DID IT!!". Yes, yes you did do it. You peed on the floor.
  9. My son backtalking me and I know, it's gonna get worse before it gets better.
  10. I haven't seen my very good friend Georgia in so long and I miss her and her family so much.**
  11. I just bought a 12-pack of Mt. Dew a couple days ago. I have one can left.
  12. We have craptastic cars and no rich relatives have died leaving us their millions to help us fix said craptastic car. Damn.
  13. I don't keep this updated nearly as much as I would like. Sorry bout that internet.

* Totally my fault because I'm lazy

** This will be rectified next month


Les Becker said…
That's why I stopped at the one kid, I swear: the potty-training and the back-talking. The potty-training stuck, though. There's that, at least.

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