It's dark, cold, dreary, and rainy out. Every square inch of my body hurts. And I'd like to live on the coast? The dog doesn't even want to go out and pee, I had to trick her with a ride in the car first. I've got 20 bucks left after buying groceries, gas, and giving my hubby money for gas. No glass buying for me this week. My husband's hours got cut pretty bad. Mother's Day is next weekend and I'm not in the mood. Why is it that a day for mothers just means more work for us? I haven't had my mother over for a long time but the work involved almost seems not worth it. Go pick her, her air tank, her walker, and her cane up. My husband would not be able to do this, he'd probably drop the air tank and blow up the whole retirement community. Then when we get back I start cooking. After a few hours the whole procedure would be reversed and then I would have to hear for several days how hard the whole excursion was for her. Did I mention that my husband got his hours cut, almost in half. We usually take a meal to my mom's for Mother's Day and other special occasions but that still involves me cooking all day and then packing it to her house. Then my husband has to hear for several days how hard the whole excursion was for ME. We have to go to a college informational meeting this Saturday from 9-12. It's sponsored by our district and the State Scholarship that we applied for. But why? Why now? She's only a Freshman and they seem to pile on this stuff way too early. The kid doesn't even know what she wants to do yet. Did you hear that my husband got his hours cut???? On Facebook a former classmate sent me a Kiss Kiss request. Now, I like Flair and Hearts but to receive a Kiss Kiss request from someone that I thought was kind of strange in high school is a little creepy. It just sits there staring at me. I don't want to be rude and click ignore but I sure don't want to accept it. My dog has colitis. She's had it for a few years but was only diagnosed about 6 months ago. On days when it's bothering her you can hear her tummy rumble clear across the room, and she's not interested in eating at all. But the next day she makes up for it by wanting to eat all day long. I feel bad for her but there is really nothing you can do for it. Damn, my husband's hours were cut! My daughter and I are trying to get used to him being around the house more. We are
I guess I'm done for the day, I'm sure most of you have left by now without even finishing this pitiful post.