My H is sick. I understand that and feel bad for the guy and all, but FFS, keeping me up all night with whining isn't going to make him better. I spent the second half of the night on the couch. Then an MFing mockingbird woke me up at 2:43, 2:45, 2:47 etc. until about 4:00. My alarm went off at 5:55. I don't care what you guys say if I could I'd shoot the little fecker. In fact, I might follow him out of city limits and then shoot him, then break into his nest, steal his eggs and fry them up.
Then I made coffee, but forgot to put water in there, so it just spit air. Then I had forgotten to throw my pants in the dryer, so I did that real quick. I left 15 minutes late and they still weren't quite dry, so I'm currently leaving wet buttprints in my office chair and I'm afraid to go anywhere because I'll chafe.
Also, I have the busiest weekend ever. For some reason everyone and my brother decided to plan graduation parties for this weekend (there is more than one weekend in June, people!) after I already had plans to go visit my neice 5 hours away. So I'm missing the parties and getting guilt trips all around.
POOP ON THIS WEEK.
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