Can somebody please tell me why….
Why did I come into this room?
Why am I holding a hacksaw in one hand and a ‘Guide To Plant Reproduction’ in the other?
Why did I open the refrigerator door and then go upstairs for 30 minutes, leaving it open the entire time?
Why their coats are in the car?
Why their shoes are in the car?
Why their Toothbrushes are in the car?
Why is my favorite push up bra from Target in the car? (oops- that may be my husband’s fault- never mind)
Why can I not find my Birth Control pills?
Why is my hair not flaming red anymore?
Why can’t I figure out how to make a cute little Blog Roll to the right of this post like everybody else does?
Why anybody gives a shit what ANY of the Presidential candidates have to say about ANYTHING?
Why anyone thinks it is possible to have a ‘Happy Period’? (This one is more of a WTF than a WTH)
Why y’all are insistent on using crappy hair products? (Jesus says ‘Come As You Are’, but I say ‘Come With Your Hair Done’).
Why he won’t let me get my very own set of ‘real’ boobies? (There is still room on the Credit Cards & I promised I would share them with him)
Why I still do not have a ‘nice’ Camper with my very own Potty & Shower inside?
Why I miss my Special Lady Friend Without The Sex so much already?
Why I am too chicken to audition for a singing role at church?
Why my family refuses to celebrate my Birthday for an entire month?
Why Bono didn’t notice me last Summer at Soldier Field? (It’s because my hair wasn’t flaming red, wasn’t it?)
Why somebody won’t clean my furry toilets?
Why YOU are even reading this? (It’s because you like pain, isn’t it? I KNEW you did, dirty bird)
Why I am still writing this? (It’s because I am BORED and avoiding house work, isn’t it?)
**If, by any chance, you can answer any of the above questions, I would be MOST appreciative. But NOT so appreciative that I share my new ‘real’ boobies with you. Sorry for any inconvenience that may cause. **