That’s Ms. Bitchy McBitcherson To You…

Jeebus. I’m not even sure where to start. Umm, maybe with the Geico Gecko…

Anyone else wishing for a big, screechy hawk(or eagle)to come swooping out of the sky and snatch that little annoying bastard right up?Thereby snapping his weaselly spine in the process and also inflicting unspeakable pain upon him? Anyone?

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What do the words “freshly laundered and laid flat in a laundry basket(or something comparable), fall and winter clothing only, please limit it to ONE basket per visit” mean to you? Do they mean throw them in a garbage bag? Without washing them. Or maybe bring in your entire house? Again, without washing one damn thing. I honestly am just about done with the sheer stupidity of some of these people. What really kills me is when they call to ask what the procedures are before coming to the store. And then don’t follow a single one of them. I also enjoy being bitched out for not taking spotted or smelly clothing. That’s my favorite. Especially when they get all offended.

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Living with your parents.

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Not being able to watch my shows. Oh wait, that goes with the last one.

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I miss my girlfriends. I don’t get to see them nearly as much right now. My mother doesn’t believe that I should have any sort of a social life. After all, I am a mama now. Mama’s don’t do that. And by social life? I mean any sort of social life. Right before my last knee surgery Jimmy and I had made a date to go to dinner and bowling with my BFF and her Honey. My mom was going to keep the boys overnight. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. Yeah, she let us know that they would NOT be keeping them overnight after all as we were dropping them off. Good times. Fast forward to the next time I made plans to go out with my BFF to celebrate a little thing I like to call her COLLEGE GRADUATION. A minor event in a person’s life. Two hours before I was set to meet her, my mom backed out. Her reason? She forgot. Even though I had reminded her every day. For. A. Week. Bah.

I am still mad.

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And now I am done. I think. I do reserve the right to add to this later. I am going to relax and read one of the bajillion books I picked up whilst Yard Sale-ing yesterday. Y’all remind me to tell you all about the Steal ‘o’ The Century. Truly.

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