Another Installment in the I Hate Monday Hoedown.

[bratenfrau]

Fucking Mondays. I like to think of myself as an (uncharacteristically for a girl) emotionally stable person, but every Monday morning I wake up with this nagging feeling of emotional fragility that seems to have descended upon me in the night like a colony of spiders burrowing their way into my skull and spinning a silky, invisible but strong web

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[saigon_ch]

Thats ok...I sat here for ten minutes earlier trying to think of a way to tell my husband "You can suck my balls" in a polite way...couldn't come up with anything...

[bratenfrau]

Haha.... To me, "suck my balls" doubles as a friendly greeting, so I admire your grace. ;)

[saigon_ch]

yeah..but I have nightmares of my newborn's first sentence being "Suck my balls bitch"

while I would get a kick out of it, I don't think my in laws would...

[bratenfrau]

See, that's Reason Number 863 why I would be a terrible mom: I get a HUGE kick out of the idea that if I *did* have a kid, I could teach it all kinds of bad words just to see what would happen. I'd probably create a systematic campaign to make my kid think that these curse words were the appropriate labels for everyday things. Of course, then I'd have to go and collect him or her on the first day of school, after the teacher didn't find being called "Fuckwit Harpy" quite as amusing as I might. Ah, well.

[apeystar]

That really sucks about the big bossy boss's email! I'd have been quite pissed off.

[bratenfrau]

Yeah, it didn't exactly put me in a great mood the rest of the day. I don't handle some kinds of criticism very well. Serenity now!