I confess...that yesterday I received an email from someone that I totally took offense to. Honestly, I think the person wasn't aware that it might sound bad. Or maybe the " :) " they added right after the worst comment denotes that they did know it was bad. **after getting tons of comments from you awesome ladies, and one dude, thinking it may have been one of you, I have to edit to add that it was not a commenter, blogger, or anyone of you; you guys are alwasy way awesome to me.**
I confess...that I got to spend the day with my bff and that was fun. I got the message on my phone while we were out and about and it grated on my nerves all day.
I confess...that sometime in the afternoon I flipped my lid about it and told the husband about it and he thought I must have "taken it wrong." This is where the "lid flipping" came in.
I confess...I am being an immature brat and I don't care who knows it. Maybe I took it wrong. But if I did? Oh. Stinking. Well. It still makes me mad and I refuse to be mature and think that I did.
I confess...my husband has a pager for work. The dang thing is broke. I've been paging him for 2 and a half hours and he finally got one of them. And called me back. When I told him I'd been paging him forever and his pager must be broke...he said, "What do you want me to say?"
I confess...those 7 words completely pissed me off. And the conversation that ensued, where I was trying to joke and he was taking me seriously, made it even worse.
I confess...I sorta hung up on him.
I confess...I'm just in such a piss poor mood that I want to throw a tantrum. I might have cried a little. And I might think that the only thing that will make me feel better is to punch someone in the face.
I confess...if my son never has any friends that are able to come over in the future it's my fault. I might have called the mom of one of his friends, who I've never talked to, to invite her son to my son's birthday party next week. She wants to make sure I'm normal before he comes because he's never been here. (which, i say, that is awesome, too many parents don't care anymore.) The convo may have ended with me saying this gem: "Okay, so I'll see you next week. And if you think I'm nutballs and don't want your son to hang with us, I'll give you his goody bag and a cupcake and send you on your way."
Hey. I have a winner for the blog makeover giveaway!
You guys, I laughed when I saw the number.
I had 62 eligible entries and the number that random.org picked was 36.
I just think it's hilarious.
I also would have laughed if a few other people had won. Just certain people.
I know. I'm nutballs.
I hate this week's face and I'm glad it's over! Stupid good for nothin' frigga migga $#!t balls mutha fu...
where am I?