In my defense...
My computer has been all sorts of jacked.
Have you ever had a dream that was so real it was scarey. Tomorrow is my OlderOnes 10th birthday. Last night I had a dream about "the donor". In my dreams he always shows up like it's no big deal all these years have past. In my dreams, oddly enough, I go along with this. What the hell? I always have a tummy ache after these dreams. Ghosts belong in closets, loser Dads belong in .... anywhere but my sleep. It is precious and scarce, not needing any tarnishment.
Why when I have a gazillion things to be done, do I get zip, nada, nothin done? I have cake to bake, clothes to wash, house to pick up~and then there is that thing called sleep. My kiddies are drippy (minus BirthdayBoy), so rest has been fitful to say the least. Sister in Law happened to be here last night and grabbed the babe in the middle of the night before I heard her, do I thank her for letting me having a dream I didn't enjoy. I didn't know she had done this til earlier this evening, so I guess I shall Thank her.
Or keep it to myself, cause she invited her "boyfriend/exhubby" to our birthday dinner and I am still annoyed about this. Have you ever uninvited someone to something? Well I did, which now drags the birthday out (not a problem with a birthday weekend) but now I have a separate set of people coming on Sunday in which there will need to be MORE cake and MORE ice cream. SCREAM. And let's not get me started on Hubby's parents, whom I am sure will show up on Saturday, when Birthday Boy will be off celebrating with his favorite cousin and little brother at ChuckECheese. Of course, it will be MY fault that they drove ALL THE WAY into town for nothing (ie:gee we'll have to sit at the bar all afternoon and get plowed). Bitter, nah. Hateful, nah...Disgusted, yuppers.
Drinking is fine. Driving is fine. Drinking & driving, not fine. Drinking & driving when you live an hour away, f'n retarded. Hmm, last time they were in town, they rolled there car (claim of black ice~conviently on the ramp jump down from the bar?) but yet instead of calling a tow truck or something sane, they got out and just walked away and called "the boyfriend/exhubby" to come pull the car out. Hello, he lives the same hour away as them. Yeah, sober my ass.
How did I end up here. Of track. Hello, Betty Crocker, please come bake for me and on your way, can you stop & pick up Mr. Clean, I need his help!
Have you ever had a dream that was so real it was scarey. Tomorrow is my OlderOnes 10th birthday. Last night I had a dream about "the donor". In my dreams he always shows up like it's no big deal all these years have past. In my dreams, oddly enough, I go along with this. What the hell? I always have a tummy ache after these dreams. Ghosts belong in closets, loser Dads belong in .... anywhere but my sleep. It is precious and scarce, not needing any tarnishment.
Why when I have a gazillion things to be done, do I get zip, nada, nothin done? I have cake to bake, clothes to wash, house to pick up~and then there is that thing called sleep. My kiddies are drippy (minus BirthdayBoy), so rest has been fitful to say the least. Sister in Law happened to be here last night and grabbed the babe in the middle of the night before I heard her, do I thank her for letting me having a dream I didn't enjoy. I didn't know she had done this til earlier this evening, so I guess I shall Thank her.
Or keep it to myself, cause she invited her "boyfriend/exhubby" to our birthday dinner and I am still annoyed about this. Have you ever uninvited someone to something? Well I did, which now drags the birthday out (not a problem with a birthday weekend) but now I have a separate set of people coming on Sunday in which there will need to be MORE cake and MORE ice cream. SCREAM. And let's not get me started on Hubby's parents, whom I am sure will show up on Saturday, when Birthday Boy will be off celebrating with his favorite cousin and little brother at ChuckECheese. Of course, it will be MY fault that they drove ALL THE WAY into town for nothing (ie:gee we'll have to sit at the bar all afternoon and get plowed). Bitter, nah. Hateful, nah...Disgusted, yuppers.
Drinking is fine. Driving is fine. Drinking & driving, not fine. Drinking & driving when you live an hour away, f'n retarded. Hmm, last time they were in town, they rolled there car (claim of black ice~conviently on the ramp jump down from the bar?) but yet instead of calling a tow truck or something sane, they got out and just walked away and called "the boyfriend/exhubby" to come pull the car out. Hello, he lives the same hour away as them. Yeah, sober my ass.
How did I end up here. Of track. Hello, Betty Crocker, please come bake for me and on your way, can you stop & pick up Mr. Clean, I need his help!
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