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Some little things that get me cynical lately...
...how incredibly cold my toilet seat is every morning. It is a fircely negative way to begin every day.
...that thought of "Oh, thank God, it's cheap this week" when I glance at a gas sign and it says $3.11 a agallon.
...not having snow tires when I weekly do my laundry at a house with the driveway from iced hell. My basket of clothes is actually quite heavey when carried a quarter of a mile up a snoy hill.
...my first landline phone bill. Jen signed up with the wrong plan; before rectifying the situation, Jen now owes Verizon $95.
...the fact my dog has revertted back to her puppy days and redeveloped the mind set that she WILL ingest anything that that she can get her little teeth into around the appartment.
...on that kick, the new hobby my adorable kitten has developed of knocking down picture frames that two weeks ago were out of her reach.
...lastly, the fact that with a little "You're my last hope speach" Denise talked me into getting to her house a 6:30 am to watch her kid cause she screwed up her scedual and SOMEONE has to take him to daycare in two hours when he wakes up. HE'S sleeping on the couch. Lucky...
Know what? I think I'm gonna eat her waffels.
...how incredibly cold my toilet seat is every morning. It is a fircely negative way to begin every day.
...that thought of "Oh, thank God, it's cheap this week" when I glance at a gas sign and it says $3.11 a agallon.
...not having snow tires when I weekly do my laundry at a house with the driveway from iced hell. My basket of clothes is actually quite heavey when carried a quarter of a mile up a snoy hill.
...my first landline phone bill. Jen signed up with the wrong plan; before rectifying the situation, Jen now owes Verizon $95.
...the fact my dog has revertted back to her puppy days and redeveloped the mind set that she WILL ingest anything that that she can get her little teeth into around the appartment.
...on that kick, the new hobby my adorable kitten has developed of knocking down picture frames that two weeks ago were out of her reach.
...lastly, the fact that with a little "You're my last hope speach" Denise talked me into getting to her house a 6:30 am to watch her kid cause she screwed up her scedual and SOMEONE has to take him to daycare in two hours when he wakes up. HE'S sleeping on the couch. Lucky...
Know what? I think I'm gonna eat her waffels.