Lying in my bed next to M, who broke down again several times before bed and told me her tummy hurt. Either there is something wrong or she's craving attention, which is not like her, but who knows.
I'm taking her to the ped in the morning.
Oh and I'm not drunk, and the giant cookie I was going to allow myself as a reward for winning the dietbet is still downstairs, waiting for me. Grrrrrrrrrr.
Well. I texted your h that it was ok to eat it. You don't want that shit anyway!!
Laying on the recliner trying not to move. Watching my grandchildren fight over who gets to take care of me & DH.
OMG Olivia almost slapped Tanner because he accidentally bumped my tummy.
Whenever I say that my tummy hurts, Tanner runs over to me and pats my hand and gets some 'medicine' which is usually a cherry or an M&M. He also says, "Don't worry Grandma, I'll call the doctor!"
DH's leg is swelling up but I think it's normal due to the surgery and I also think that he's over doing it. He's walking all over the place, sometimes without the walker, and I told him to stop trying to be a macho man. He'll be completely useless if he injures his new hip and he's pissing me off. I don't understand why he thinks he has to do everything so quickly. It's not a contest.
I had a shitty day at work. I got yelled at by my boss for something stupid and then he told me he wasn't it wasn't a big deal. It put me in a mood hat I just couldn't get rid of.
now I'm arguing with ray. he wants to string snowden up by the nads. if it's no big deal that your country is reading your emails and listening to your calls, then why not be up front??
if the guy is going to be charged with treason (aiding the enemy) then am I the enemy? who is the enemy?
Post by LeggsBenedict on Jul 5, 2013 23:14:23 GMT -5
I just got home from work and then walking the dog. some guy drove past me and then reversed alllll the way back down the street, and stopped his car right. fucking. next to me. he asked my name and if I wanted to get in his car and tried to guilt me when I told him to leave me alone. I waited until he left so he wouldn't see where I lived. and now I'm all upset.
I just got home from work and then walking the dog. some guy drove past me and then reversed alllll the way back down the street, and stopped his car right. fucking. next to me. he asked my name and if I wanted to get in his car and tried to guilt me when I told him to leave me alone. I waited until he left so he wouldn't see where I lived. and now I'm all upset.
I just got home from work and then walking the dog. some guy drove past me and then reversed alllll the way back down the street, and stopped his car right. fucking. next to me. he asked my name and if I wanted to get in his car and tried to guilt me when I told him to leave me alone. I waited until he left so he wouldn't see where I lived. and now I'm all upset.
I just got home from work and then walking the dog. some guy drove past me and then reversed alllll the way back down the street, and stopped his car right. fucking. next to me. he asked my name and if I wanted to get in his car and tried to guilt me when I told him to leave me alone. I waited until he left so he wouldn't see where I lived. and now I'm all upset.
I just got home from work and then walking the dog. some guy drove past me and then reversed alllll the way back down the street, and stopped his car right. fucking. next to me. he asked my name and if I wanted to get in his car and tried to guilt me when I told him to leave me alone. I waited until he left so he wouldn't see where I lived. and now I'm all upset.
jesus christ. and now we call the fuzz, right?
yes.
and my 6 foot 4 boss who offered to walk my dog with me on nights I work late while H is out of town.
I just got home from work and then walking the dog. some guy drove past me and then reversed alllll the way back down the street, and stopped his car right. fucking. next to me. he asked my name and if I wanted to get in his car and tried to guilt me when I told him to leave me alone. I waited until he left so he wouldn't see where I lived. and now I'm all upset.
We just got back from celebrating SIL's 14th birthday. She cried at her own birthday because we forgot to take a pic of her blowing out the candles. Ahh to be 14 again...