I am CRAAAAANNNKYYYYYYY

No clue why, just saying it like it is. Actually, I have lots of reasons, most of which I will not mention. If you know me, then you know why. If you don't, there's a reason you don't. Nothing personal, but I don't blog for a reason.

Right now, the number one reason I am cranky is because I am irritated with my husband. Seriously, the guy passive-aggressively bitches and moans when I come home and haven't bothered to call and ask if I can bring anything. He goes out--nothing. Ass.

Then, get this: for those of you who haven't heard, he had shoulder surgery. Yeah, wahhhh, I know, I've heard the, "Poor S---" line (name not revealed to protect the innocent. I mean ass.) He woke up, so qwitcherbitchin is what I say. He can sit around and do nothing all day and it's NO BIG DEAL. Unless he wants to do something, in which case he does it. But can he put the dishes in the dishwasher? Can he run a load of laundry? Can he put the ironing board up? Uh, that would be a big, fat, resounding NO. But when I come through and do it? All of a sudden, he's Mr. Helpful. "Need any help?" Uh, no, ASS. Help would have been doing it BEFORE I HAD TO DO IT.

All this crap, and I STILL don't understand what the purpose behind a blog is. If there is anyone out there in Bloggervillelandtown who can please explain to me whyyyyyyyyy I should have a blog, that'd be just fab. It'd just be wondermous. I would sit in rapt attention and listen to your explanation with the most open of minds. Actually, please come explain it to my husband. If he can't do anything else, at very least he can sit there on his butt and listen. To somebody besides me that is, because I am NOT talking to him.

A moment of silence for my friend R. He is currently the only person I am not irritated with. Well, there are others, but if I list them all, the ones with whom I AM irritated would be able to easily spot themselves and if I think the relationship is being tested now, just wait until they figured out I'm talking about them to complete strangers...I digress...

My friend R...God bless him, just dumped his chick. Rightfully so, mind you, but I just don't want this to put him off the womens forever, you know? He seemed really happy. For a minute. Maybe she had shoulder surgery too... *sigh* Poor R...come hang Saturday night on The Farm. We'll help you get through it.

I seriously hate everyone today. Except for you. And you. You both know who you are.

To anyone who might care: I have not smoked in 1 year, 9 months and 25 days. I deserve a cake. For those of you who know me, you get the cake reference. For those of you who don't, again I say: I don't blog. If I wanted you to know, you would.

I heard that. You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing. It's not. Sometimes it's fun, sometimes it's necessary, sometimes I can't help it. I'll know tomorrow which one today is.

P.S. If any of you ever have any problems with your Hammock.com order, I would not recommend talking to Bryan. Ask for Nicole. If you ever need to know, then that's good information. If you don't, then all the better for you. Ciao.