I think bad moods are going around. First Glo-Tox, then KittyCat, I am sure my Jammer's mood is also foul over there at Debbie Downer Daycare. (Incidentally, those are some keep-the-names-confidential-in-cyber-space-names, not my friends REAL names, rather makes them sound like I made them up, no? ), now me. I am in a crappin' bad mood. My house--which is a disaster that I can't keep up with--isn't done (someone please come and finish my house), my bank account is empty (someone please come and fill up my bank account), and, and AND--these can NOT be MY HANDS!!!!!! These are the hands of an middle-aged person, THESE ARE NOT MY HANDS!!!!! This is a small obsession I take up at this time of the year with my darn birthday right around the next corner.
And to top it all off I have to go and register my baby for SCHOOL today. And she is HAPPY about it (traitor that she is). She could hardly SLEEP she was so excited. And my SON wants to go to a girls house while I register her.
So basically, if you are in a good mood, please don't respond. Or fake annoyance and have a small temper tantrum.
Couldn't even find a picture to add to this entry. So we'll leave it plain. So that the bad mood sticks out. So that you all understand I am in a bad mood.
And no one sing that freakin' birthday song to me either.
11 comments:
Don't you worry, Debbie Downer's Daycare is in full swing this morning! There will be no sing-songy time, playing with fully assembled toys/sets, yummy snacks or kind words spoken in my best baby talk voice. No. Not. I feel your bad having to register you traitor-baby for kindygarten mood.
Thanx. And did you SEE how excited she was????? Did you? Did you SEE it with your own eyes??? She drew her teacher a crappin' PICTURE!
It doesn't count if even I can figure out who you're talking about.
I have been in a bad mood for like three days now too! I hate the world! And my staff! And my body which hates me back! And bra shopping! UNIVERSE BAD.
I am fairly certain that KittyCat is out of your range of knowing...though perhaps you will surprise me?
Two outta three ain't bad.
Well it's a pass anyway...but you know how I like to strive for excellence.
Does Dave have his own blog so an Aussie blog can catch up with news from the Canadian rels without it being so girly,and Ariana, pleeeeease, bra shopping, I'm not sure if I can visit this site anymore, come on girls be happy.
Oh now that you have started you simply MUST keep visiting us!!! And if first or second-born sons ever join us back here in bloggerland you won't be the only male.
And no, I am the only blogger around here. He doesn't have time to lay down at night let alone blog!!!!
Note to Ninja (Nidja didn't make sense to me so I changed it...)
First off, I thought you liked your job quite a bit??? Remember with all that talk of good bosses and trips...????? Secondly what's wrong with your house? Thirdly, if you change your body you'd change your to-die-for skin. Do you really want that??????? AND what if the voice box changes too and you can't sing?
You will notice that the male comment was just a put down and not any enlightened thoughts on the meaning of the joke. I think you are just trying to get too deep girl! Remember the chicken crossing the road? I think the river went on a diet for the same reason we would - to lose a few pounds. Or maybe it is being told by a private school Englishman, in which case pounds would be pronounced ponds!
Either way it was probably not funny enough to have taken this much effort to decipher! ;)
I can't believe it was ME who started the whole bra shopping thing. I didn't even realize.
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