WHO messed with my jeans??!! I just put a pair of jeans on, and guess what, they don’t fit. They are too tight, uncomfortable and just generally VERY annoying. So off I go to my dresser and proceed to try on all jeans which are all too tight and uncomfortable and just generally annoying. I am not saying the cuss words I am thinking because you guys like me and talking like an Infantryman probably won’t do any good. Fortunately I kept the jeans that these jeans replaced so now I’m wearing the jeans that were in a stack on the closet floor waiting for me to decide about what to do with them. *mutter grumble mutter* This doesn’t bode well for trying on my swimsuit which I haven’t worn in a while or the other more “dress up” clothes I have to try on because I need to plan clothes for Lisa’s birthday trip….which we leave for on Saturday and omg what if ALL my clothes are this way and someone has messed with them ALL?! It appears that the *you ate all that crap over the holidays gremlin* has arrived and messed up all my clothes. I could cry but I’ll settle for stomping around.
Did I say that I don’t like this adulthood thing? Well I don’t. I don’t like worrying about my Mother. Nobody told me I was going to grow up and end up worrying about my Mom. Is this like pay back for when I made my Mom worry about me all that time? Well, it sucks. She’s had all these damned tests and they still haven’t found the cancer which they say they know is there because the blood tests and the bone breakage say so. So WHERE IS IT. Frustrating. If it’s frustrating for me I can only imagine how she must feel and there isn’t one thing I can really do about it. Plus, while they aren’t FINDING it they aren’t TREATING it which annoys me no end. Meanwhile my Mom is calmly warning me that depending on the outcome she may decide to do nothing because doing something could be worse for her quality of life than doing nothing. Because, she says, it is her choice after all. Yeah. I don’t like it. Not one bit, nope. So…more stomping around.
Are you sick of politics yet? I am. Oh so sick of it. We need a new President so fine, but still, I want to punch a politician, any politician will do. And this is only January. Heaven help me.
4 comments:
Hi Bon! I am enjoying reading your rant... I have to wonder if we aren't twins separated at birth! ;)
Tell Lt. Dan that the diamond switch was a very, very, good move! It only works when the diamonds get bigger though...
If life were fair we would be drinking good wine and kicking some politicians butt from one end of DC to the next. Instead we are paying a lot of taxes while they drink the good stuff. Ugh.
Take care, and I hope you have a great week!
Bon, sounds like me most January's... except this one. I was sick over the holidays, one thing after another. The diet worked, but wouldn't recommend it.
and I agree with the politician thing, although it looks like they may begin punching each other soon, and that will be ok too.
Yep in a perfect life, I would have my teleporter, we could gather together, drink good wine and watch them punch each other! *grin*
hugs you two
P.S. I'll say all the cuss words for you :D
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