Posting Stuff Everyday is Harder Than You'd Think

Oh hell, that whole thing about posting everyday is wearing me out. It's going to have to be another one of those random thought things because there hasn't been enough stuff happen today to fill an entire post, but lots of small things have gone down. Well, there was that one big thing but I can't write about it because I'd be all bitchy and mean and then that would open a whole other can of worms that don't need opening due to that whole "no drama" thing. So, it's random shit for you:

• This morning my ex-husband sent me an e-mail that said my boobs might break the internet. It was like the first e-mail I read after I took the kids to school and it made me laugh really hard. Then he added me to his model page and said, "You reprezentin' for da ole laydeez, halla" when I got all excited about being a model. Yeah, it totally made me laugh, too.
• Sometimes I deal with stupid people and it pisses me off.
• I took a nap after I took the kids to school since no teachers have been sick or out this week and I have no work, which, by the way, is stressing me the HELL out, and I slept really hard but had crazy dreams that included a Southwest airline landing on the I-35 service road by Johnny Carino's in Denton and being trapped in Santa Land but it was really just the Golden Triangle Mall.
• My bottom lip is chapped and it hurts. I think it's cracked.
• OMG, don't talk to me when I'm typing and then look wounded when I say my answer to you in my loud mommy lady voice. Just SHHHH for five damn minutes. You're 12. Text someone or some shit.
• An Arctic blast is coming in. Wind chills are supposed to be in negative numbers. The apartments sent me a letter telling how to keep shit from freezing and exploding, I guess. Grace has committed it to heart but I wish she'd warn me before she opens the doors under the sink because they hurt like hell when rammed into with the shin and knee.
• After the dumb shit I had to deal with today, that's not the only Arctic blast a certain someone in my area will be experiencing. I can be a mean old bitch and I will be. Or else just ignore them, which is sometimes way meaner than using my razor sharp tongue to slice them into little pieces.
• I kind of hope this Arctic blast leads to a snow day for the kids because I've been freakishly tired the last two days.
• I got nominated for a Bloggie in the Most Humorous Blog category by The Queen of Quite A Lot. So, like, if you want me to get on the ballot because I make you laugh so hard you shoot coffee out your nose, then you could totally click here and hook a sista up. I mean, if you wanted to. You don't have to, but it would be kind of cool. But, really, it's your choice. I can't make you do anything you don't want to do, but if you feel like it's the right thing, then you should go with what you feel.

Mother of God, I've got to go to bed. I'm not even putting up a picture tonight. My kids are beating me down. Plus, some of y'all have probably seen more of me than you ever thought you would, so maybe I give you a little break tonight. You're welcome.

Why the hell do these damn kids have to fight all the damn time over the same damn stuff? I swear to God, how does, "Grace, I am mad at you because you keep changing my stuffed animals' personalities!!" even seem like a logical thing to yell at your sister. Why is she antagonizing him and cradling the stuffed animal that apparently doesn't like to be cradled?

Remember what I said about that snow day? I totally take it back.

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Posting Stuff Everyday is Harder Than You'd Think