What I Say: Having a lovely conversation with my wonderful daughters!
What I Mean: I'm surrounded by bitches. Seriously. You know what they are fighting over? Phone chargers. "That's my phone charger!" "Where's my phone charger?" Mind you, we have about 10 phone chargers in the house, and the only one they can find goes to MY kindle...which is dead...and I have to finish 50 Shades of Grey, for crying out loud! And in the middle of the two of them screaming at each other, the biggest bitch of them all - the Husband a/k/a Rich the Bitch - starts yelling at them to be quiet! I think I'll go downstairs and do a load of laundry or twelve.
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Sunday, May 20, 2012
Day Nine
What I Say: Sat in the audience during the taping of a television show!
What I Meant: It was a school committee meeting. On cable access. But really, if that was my status, who the hell would be jealous of that? So the evening really went something like this: come home from work. Clean the kitchen and living room. Avoid the Husband like the plague because I know he realizes the kids are with my parents, and time alone is extremely rare. Kids come home and bring us their leftovers from dinner with Nana and Papa at the Clam Box. Yay! Dinner is served! Read a few chapters of 50 Shades of Grey and wish I hadn’t avoided the Husband like the plague, before running out the door for the meeting!
What I Meant: It was a school committee meeting. On cable access. But really, if that was my status, who the hell would be jealous of that? So the evening really went something like this: come home from work. Clean the kitchen and living room. Avoid the Husband like the plague because I know he realizes the kids are with my parents, and time alone is extremely rare. Kids come home and bring us their leftovers from dinner with Nana and Papa at the Clam Box. Yay! Dinner is served! Read a few chapters of 50 Shades of Grey and wish I hadn’t avoided the Husband like the plague, before running out the door for the meeting!
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