All Of My Days Have Been Misspent
But if don't write something....people will accuse me of dying.
I am also a bitch...but we knew that.
Let me explain....The husband was stuck at work late tonight and told me that a coworker was going to drive him home. Okay, cool. However at 10:30 I get a call saying that no that person isn't going to drive him home and can I drive down to Bellevue to pick him up. Here is where I am a bitch. I said no. If that person was going to drive him home, that person damn well better drive him home. End of story. I had shit to do.
Beforewarned that the next 2 weeks of my life are going to be hell. I am going to be busy and uncomfortable. I will likely be entirely too snarky and bitchy. Beware of Fargahar. See, I have to actually STAY overnight at Lorian's. I am not really comfortable there as it is. It doesn't smell good. I really cannot get down with the smell. I will not want to bring any of my personal pillows or anything because I cannot risk getting that smell on any of my prized sleeping posessions. Also I cannot sleep with my Pooh Bear. This is always difficult. I am imagining that there is much sleep deprivation in my future for the next few weeks.
I am sleepy....but I must watch at least one episode of The Cosby Show a day. It is like a vitamin or a daily cup of coffee.
