Okay, readers. Let's take a departure to a first world subject that no one ever talks about. It's horrific and unfair, and desperately needs to be brought to your attention ( Read more... )

Apparently, I am in the same league as a heinous terrorist because the cute fist-sized snow globe of the Radio City Music Hall was treated like a weapon of mass destruction by the LaGuardia Airport TSA ( Read more... )

The people that my husband invited to lunch today never told him whether or not they were coming.

A.  Rude people.
B.  Husband.  Argh.  Get an RSVP.
C.  Food for 10 that may only be eaten by four.

Anyone want to come over for leftovers?

My jaw is sore I've clenched it so much this morning.

I just spent all day cooking and cleaning for an after show party we're having at my house.

20 minutes ago, it started SNOWING.

Why?  WHY?

If no one shows up, I'm totally throwing all the food I've made on the front lawn.

Well, no.  Because that would be messy.

And I'm completely down with eating all the queso, myself.

They suck the joy out of traveling ( Read more... )

I have a dentist appointment this morning.  Poo.  Bad Words.  Pththththth.

I loathe that little tooth-scrapey thing with every fiber of my being.

Still do not have phone number.  Old provider being punk.

Still do not have mailbox.  The U.S. Postal service only uses the"Neither Rain, Nor Sleet, Nor gloom of night" crap when it doesn't involve getting a new box.  WE HAVE NEIGHBORS ON EITHER SIDE OF US.  How is it that we don't have a box?  No one seems to have an answer.  May go postal.  * ( Read more... )

I'm meant to be typing fic.

Must gripe first.

How rude is it when you're being served at a retail store, like say, TARGET, or Express, or Dillards or even the grocery store, and the cashiers or salespeople carry on a conversation amongst themselves like you don't exist?  Am I the ONLY person that this bothers?  At this point in my life I still have ( Read more... )

May I bitch for a moment?

Hubs got back without new head for the wall or freezer full of steaks, and for that I am thankful.  What I'm not thankful for is the fact that he dumped all his dirty laundry next to the washer and left it.  I stared at it loathingly for two days then washed it.  Not with a joyful heart.

My youngest got strep and passed it ( Read more... )

And it's f-locked because my MOTHER called to yell at me (I'm 34, btw) because she's sure that one of you is going to drive to Amarillo, break into our house and kill me in my sleep because I mentioned in my LJ (that is read by tens of people every single day) that my husband is out of town...

Today's drama begins when Carrie was awakened at the ( Read more... )