I have contemplated a 10 things I hate about YOU list today...but that isn't very festive is it? Not to mention not very nice.
Are you squirming in your seat wondering if the YOU I am referring to is YOU?
Nah, it is none of YOU, my Internetians.
There was this one blog that I liked, but she has stopped blogging (WHY? WHY? MARY COME BACK)she did a post, an I hate it when... post.
So I think I will go that route instead of the HATE YOU post. :D I am not angry at all, why do you ask?
I hate it when I find a good blog and then they quit BLOGGIN...so I guess this hate it when blog IS directed to some of YOU internetians. But that is all, love ya still now get back to bloggin, dammit. :)
I hate it when a blog has music and it scares the crap out of me.
I hate it when Bubs is laying on the couch with his Daddy, but comes into a complete different room to ask ME to get him a drink.
I hate it when the kids know I will get that damn drink a lot quicker than Daddy.
I hate it when my ex hubby (Buggy's Dad) says he will drop Buggy off around 7-8 and then shows up right before 7.
I hate it when I am trying to run errands AND make it home before the around 7 or 8 drop off.
I hate it when I miss above drop off.
I hate it when Hubby folds laundry he doesn't sort it. He folds as it comes out of he dryer, so jeans, undies, shirt, pajamas, etc. All mixed together.
I hate it when I have to put above laundry away. I have to sort it and then put it away. I don't want undies in my damn shirt drawer. Right? Am I right?
I hate it when I have to put laundry away period, but then add the additional time to sort it...grrrr.
*I should be thankful that he does laundry at all, but his lack of sorting negates any nice doing on his part. And shut up it's my blog, I'll bitch if I want to*
I hate it when a coworker takes a dump in the unisex bathroom.
I hate it when said bathroom is only a few doors from my office.
I hate it when they dump, and spray. I can hear the spraying, so now I know you have shit up a storm in there.
I hate it when the air of spray and shit make its way down the hall to my office.
I hate it when I feel like I have inhaled your shit smell laced with vanilla air freshener.
I hate it when the holidays are approaching and I just feel like curling up and ignoring it all.
I hate it when I over think things to death and deplete them of their excitement (ie; Disney trip)
I hate it when I feel so overwhelmed; I start shutting down.
I hate it when I shut down, I don't get a darn thing accomplished which leads to feeling even more overwhelmed. *I need to make a list to get myself back on track*
I hate it when I am in these moods and I spew them all onto my blog.
