I really need this:
1. Husband, you must have filled up your awesomeness quota for the week or I am just EXTREMELY irritable. First of all, how many times do I have to tell you to put the dogs in the crate when you take a shower?? Had you done this in the first place, Benny would not have jumped up on the back of the recliner and broke our new $50 floor lamp into smithereens.
2. Related to the lamp: Please don't send me a text that says "YOUR dog broke the lamp; we need to rearrange this fu(king room." Implying that when I get home I should rearrange the room. I however, DID rearrange the room when I got home AFTER I went to Lowes, bought a new washer/dryer, returned the downspouts that you incorrectly purchased, and bought a new lamp. The room looks like crap newly arranged b/c you insisted on getting a recliner knowing full well it is only doable in one spot in the living room. Please don't biitch at me when you get home and tell me it doesn't look right. I'm done with favors for the week.
3. I have bronchitis again and am on antibiotics AGAIN. I would like to get laid sometime soon, but I don't see it happening for another 3 weeks after my cycle is over b/c I am too paranoid to have unprotected sex in case the BC gets effed up due to my meds. Dumb hubby refuses condoms now that we're married. I see this only hurting me. Also RE: medicine. I am also on a corticosteroid for something illness related and I'm effing hungry All.The.Time. I'm trying to lose weight dammit.
4. Once again regarding the lamp: trying to take apart the broken lamp I sliced a huge gash in my thumb. I am now finished bleeding and bandaged up, but have a nice throbbing reminder of the pissy mood I'm in. Thank God it's summer vacation.
Thanks for listening, ladies. I have no one to vent to right now and just needed to talk someone's "ear" off. Have a nice cold one:
Or some yummy pizza for the pregnant ladies: ![]()
Re: Can I biitch for a moment??
updated 10.03.12
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Dear Danny,
Get a clue, your wife is sick. Let her focus on getting better and you take care of everything else. If you don't, you're not THAT far away that I couldn't come and kick your butt.
Love,
Mary
Stand up for something you believe in.
And if he asks me to help him cut the grass tomorrow, he's got another thing coming.
ETA: He just called on his way home from work and asked me if I ate anything, because he was thinking of me not feeling well and wanted to pick me up something. He's still a great guy even though that Y-chromosome gets in the way of his brain functioning properly at times.