The other day, Husbandrinka and I were driving along, and then I saw something ahead of us.
"Huh," I said. "I wonder what that is."
"Those are daisies," he told me.
Is it me, or do they look enormous?
They do it in spring, in fact do that whole year around, plus in fall they add a new freaking dimension to freak me out! And boy, how they love to do it on weekend mornings (which are like mid-night for people like me)
Well, here I'm talking about 'bluudy grass mowers' , to be politically correct, this is nothing against the persons who do it , this rant is strictly against the bluudy contraptions they use to do it.
Every weekend morning, they decide to trim the grass right below my bedroom window and do it till I wake up and tear my hair in frustration.
Geez, can't they invent (here they being people who made such machines) some better device which doesn't make noise, or little noise. All they have now is some stupid machine which blurts noise like 100 jets revving up to take off right under my bedroom window.
And come fall, they come back in teams, one guy doing this usual lawn mowing stunt, and supporting cast guy does this leaves gathering act using some equally stupid device- which looks like as if he is scattering the leaves instead of collecting them using that big hose which blows air out of it, in fact more noise then air.
My daughter started coughing last night around 6pm. She coughed all night. This morning, my husband told me to take her to the doctor before our vacation tomorrow. She didn't cough all day. Not one tiny cough. So, I didn't take her. Now its bedtime, we leave tomorrow morning and she can't stop coughing. Great. |
My toe hurts so bad! I can't stand getting those snickering comments from people because I want painkiller...my husband being one of them. Hello - I'm only 5'1", that is a pretty big portion of my body (if you don't consider surface area of which I have more than most).
My poor broken toe hurts a LOT. And it's all my husband's fault. If he didn't clean my whole house while I was away, dumping all clutter from the rest of the house onto our bedroom floor for me to deal with, I would have had more space on my bedroom floor to throw my still packed suitcase and it wouldn't have felt the need to jump up and attack me (do suitcases get claustrophobic?)
Oh and what's this crap about the doctor not letting me have an appointment or painkiller until they actually get the X-Ray results? So, I actually have to wait 3 days to get any relief. Day 1 being the day I thought I could suffer silently, Day 2 being the day I had to wait for childcare to get my X-ray and Day 3 being the day that I hope to get results (although the X-ray tech already told me she's pretty sure at least one toe is broken). And yes, I have had 2 children (by C-section)...at the moment this hurts worse because I had drugs then. And the hardest thing is that I want to write all about my Vegas trip, but am in so much pain that I can only whine.
Not to put the whole kabosh on a good cursing rant...because I LOVE them...but I can't stand when we feel the need to throw it around in the title of the entry. I know what I'm getting into when I click over. I appreciate it, actually. I also love having this blog on my blogroll (because I want to know the second someone has posted something juicy), but I really hate having all of my 3 readers see Mr. F-bomb right on my blog.