I’m beginning to think I have a drinking problem, but I chose to refer to it as a kick-ass social life. I seem to have an excuse almost every night of the week to tip the bottle for more than just the Surgeon General’s suggested “one per day” (who is likely a raging alcoholic). For example, Monday is “Bachelor” night. 5 friends get together at 8pm and watch the Bachelor or Bachelorette (who cares, they are all tools) and we … Continue reading
I hate having shitty days. Unfortunately, today was one of them. It was the kind of day that everyone I encountered or spoke to (except my family for some reason) made me want to strangle them or cry. I swear, I experienced every unpleasant emotion under the sun. Now I’ve got a big f*cking headache and I’m a total crabby b*tch. Instead of complaining about all of the *sshats that made my day such hell, I’ve decided to take a … Continue reading
Lil BIT and I went shopping today. Most people loathe shopping with their kids, not me. I’m raising two kick *ss shoppers. They know style, trends, what’s cute and what is so f*cking ugly that I wouldn’t put it on to pick up dog sh*t. Think this isn’t something to brag about? Well then, you’re reading the wrong f*cking blog. It makes me beam with pride. My kids don’t even complain when we’re not shopping for them. That says a … Continue reading
First and foremost, I will let you bitches know I have been PMSing since 6 periods ago. Apparently my Estrogen is elevated , and explains nothing to my gyne, except that it’s normal at my age to have on and off bleeding for 3 weeks of the month. Also with that comes constant itching and lack of sleep and extra crispy anxiety! YEAH!!! Oh and a bill for $800 f*cking dollars to tell me this. That being said, either every … Continue reading
I’ve been up for 20 minutes, and I’m already crabby as f*ck. My morning: 6:30 am, I’m sound asleep. BIT: “Mom.” Poke, poke, poke. “Mom.” Me: Hmmmmm? BIT: Will you curl my hair? Me: Mmhmmm I stumble out of bed, into her room, sit down and curl her hair. BIT: These curls look stupid. Me: You’re welcome. I go downstairs to make her lunch, still half asleep. A few minutes later, BIT appears in the kitchen, wearing a stretchy, sparkly … Continue reading
