Nothing says Christmas like Fuckity Fuckwads
I've been looking back at Christmas posts past and I do tend to use the word "fuck" more than a festive greeting calls for. I didn't use to fucking cuss at all, but fuck it.
I had to convince Mike once again that Brenda Lee says "later we'll have some fuckin' pie and do some caroling" last night. Cussing is a Christmas tradition!
Christmases past including driving tips for shoppers, meltdowns over the ex's inability to be a grown up, and one post from 2003 that made me bawl for an hour (tearing up now). I may print that post out and hang it on the fridge to remind me why I don't really want to let Zoe murder Mike and Jake in their sleep.
Speaking of Zoe, I bought some new cruise clothes. I hung them on the doorknob because I want to wash them before I put them in my bag. I came home later to find little claw holes in the legs of my new khaki capri pants. Evidently bat mommy's new pants is a fine feline fun. They were on clearance. They were the last pair in my size. Stupid cat.
I wanted to make a slide show set to Christmas music of all the holiday pics through the years. I found that I've lost most all of my old pictures in the computer move. I have six pictures. Six. I'm hoping there will be more on my back up drive. This is practice for my a project my aunt has put before me for next year's Christmas party. Everyone is supposed to send me pictures from back in the day and I'm supposed to make a DVD. At least I have an entire year to do it. (Just wait, next December I'm going to be freaking because I haven't started yet).
The boss has already come in and left for the day so hopefully, I'll lots of tweets and funny haha things to say (as opposed to the just funny weird things I usually have to say) before the day is through. I've added LoudTweet to my list of things I don't understand but will attempt to use anyway (along with Facebook and Twitter itself).
Lunch! Later all!
I had to convince Mike once again that Brenda Lee says "later we'll have some fuckin' pie and do some caroling" last night. Cussing is a Christmas tradition!
Christmases past including driving tips for shoppers, meltdowns over the ex's inability to be a grown up, and one post from 2003 that made me bawl for an hour (tearing up now). I may print that post out and hang it on the fridge to remind me why I don't really want to let Zoe murder Mike and Jake in their sleep.
Speaking of Zoe, I bought some new cruise clothes. I hung them on the doorknob because I want to wash them before I put them in my bag. I came home later to find little claw holes in the legs of my new khaki capri pants. Evidently bat mommy's new pants is a fine feline fun. They were on clearance. They were the last pair in my size. Stupid cat.
I wanted to make a slide show set to Christmas music of all the holiday pics through the years. I found that I've lost most all of my old pictures in the computer move. I have six pictures. Six. I'm hoping there will be more on my back up drive. This is practice for my a project my aunt has put before me for next year's Christmas party. Everyone is supposed to send me pictures from back in the day and I'm supposed to make a DVD. At least I have an entire year to do it. (Just wait, next December I'm going to be freaking because I haven't started yet).
The boss has already come in and left for the day so hopefully, I'll lots of tweets and funny haha things to say (as opposed to the just funny weird things I usually have to say) before the day is through. I've added LoudTweet to my list of things I don't understand but will attempt to use anyway (along with Facebook and Twitter itself).
Lunch! Later all!