I started to write this all out, but quickly realized it would be one seriously log-assed OP. So, in list form, why today sucked crusted donkey dick:
[ul]Clients who couldn’t be bothered to leave any identifying information in their voice mails, then leaving a second message bitching about my not calling them back. I am not MissFuckingCleo.[/ul]
[ul]Sinus infections. [/ul]
[ul]Sinus infections exacerbated by plaster dust, which my nephew could not be bothered to clean up. [/ul]
[ul]Sneezing so violently that I whack my head on the doorframe, due to said sinus problems and plaster dust.[/ul]
[ul]LilMiss offering to clean the plaster dust, but rather making the lovely wood floor look like a glazed doughnut.[/ul]
[ul]Paying $12.00 for a pair of damn tights that I KNOW are going to be shredded within hours of LilMiss donning them. But I promised[/ul]
[ul]On a whim, buying a natural hair stain. [/ul]
[ul]Having fucking super bright scarlet red hair.[/ul]
[ul]Not being able to find any needles with which to sew a button back on the never worn new shirt LilMiss MUST wear for pictures tomorrow[/ul]
[ul]Stabbing myself with the brand new needle, after having run to the store when I had already been comfily warm in my pajamas.[/ul]
[ul]Buying a 100Grand bar, only to take a big bite- into slightly stale, hard caramel instead of the wonderful chewyness I hoped for. [/ul]
[ul]LilMiss leaving a HUGE fucking mess wherever she goes, then pouting when I tell her to pick up or I throw out.[/ul]
[ul]Finding one of the used Swiffy clothes LilMiss used to wipe up some of the plaster dust laying on the black pants I wanted to wear tomorrow. I still can’t figure out how it ended up in my bedroom. [/ul]
[ul]My senile cat wandering around the house meowing continuously. Then when I tell her to stuff it, clawing my couch.[/ul]
[ul]The motherfucking mouse on this computer doesn’t work.[/ul]
[ul]This ISP which has booted me 4x’s in the past hour.[/ul]
Why yes, it is PMS. :mad:
