1. This was my FaceBook status this afternoon:
*Sigh* I am not having a good hair day y’all. What, I ask you, is going on in this world today? I mean, if this good hair day princess isn’t rockin’ it, then what’s next? One of the 7 plagues? Complete world destruction? A worldwide Botox shortage? *sigh*
I feel EXACTLY the same way when my hair looks like shit.
Don’t you just hate it when you are all pissed off at someone who lives in your house, and you have no choice but to huff your tired and pissed off self up to the bedroom, making sure to yell a few expletives and slam some doors for added effect of pissed off-dom, so you can permanently ass yourself to the bed, and then you realize while you’re assed to the bed that you are very hungry and *need* a coconut milk ice cream sandwich because you are allergic to regular dairy product ice cream sandwiches, so you have to *sneak* downstairs to get one so the someone you are pissed at doesn’t see that you have cracked under the pressure of your sweet tooth and didn’t, in fact, stay assed to the bed until his attitude changes? Yeah, I hate that too….
I dunno, I may or may not have been looking for that club and spade about 20 minutes into my marriage….
I hope all of you shiny people are having a very shiny evening! If you need me, I’ll be assed to my bed. Bring Coconut Ice cream Sandwiches, pretty please, with David Beckham on top.
Sorry about your bad hair day – I’ll bet you looked stellar hot anyway!! And yeah, I can relate to being pissed off and then feeling like a tool because I have to be in their proximity… Enjoy your coconut ice cream sandwiches being fed to you by David Beckham while the world around you disintegrates!!! *hugs*
Bleh.
David Beckham somehow makes it all better….
That happens to me all of the time! I’m so glad I’m not the only one!
Solidarity!
I’m sure those in question will realize the errors of the ways and come grovelling with the ice cream sandwich.
I already got my own ice cream sandwich. No, actually I got 2 Ice ceam sandwiches!
I’m very sneaky.
LMAO… I so needed to see this right at this exact minute! You make me chuckle and I love it. Just read the quote to the hubs and he LOL too. Hmmmm…. maybe I should be concerned??? Nah I usually sleep with one eye open
Glad to make you chuckle, Wendy!
Sleep with one eye open or bury the hatchet ;o)
What? No pic of the bad hair? That’s bad form, Mr. Smee! Bad form.
And I think that may have been one of the most shiny status updates of all time. Well played!
But did you LAUGH, Tommmy??
I’m not sure. You were upset about something, right? But yeah, I thought it was a hilarious update.
And you’re taking quite the liberties with my name there, aren’t you?
You called me Spanky, so I called you Tommy, Tommy….
Haha Ginger. I do hate when that happens though I’ve never heard the expression assed to the bed. I have yet to try cocoanut ice cream. Please tell me it doesn’t have any suger and I can eat them 24/7 and have it not affect anything to do with being “assed to the bed” .
There *might* be a little tiny bit of sugar in the coconut ice cream. But certainly not enough to write home about!
Ok I’m going to try one, Ginger, but my out-of- town relatives aren’t going to like it.
The brand I buy is called ‘So Delicious’. They make these teeny tiny, almost bite sized coconut milk ice cream sandwiches. You will have to have 2 in order to satisfy your sweet tooth.
Or five! I’ll keep my eye open for those . . .mmmmm
Well, here is Beckham…tattoos in tact. I’m having a rough in the same way type of day. It wouldn’t hurt if it was easy just for marriages…
Nothing that is worth our effort is ever easy, me thinks.
Thank you for surrendering Beckham. I missed him terribly!
Lol
Is that a real ‘LOL’ or is that a sympathy ‘LOL’? I don’t like pity Hobbs…
Real.,.I don’t like pity either
I’m sorry you are having a bad hair day Mama.. of had I guess the day is over.. I had one too… and a bad ass day too… my ass just isn’t getting any easier. And I ever heard the term assed to the bed either but its funny.. sometimes I am glad I am single… sigh..
When I pout, I go upstairs and ass myself to the bed. It’s safer for everyone in the house if I do that
Interested in some Skyline followed by Graeter’s?
I’ll take the skyline! Sadly, I can no longer have my beloved Graeters. It’s tragic.
Oh … tragedy beyond Shakespeare! Graeter’s Mint Chocolate Chip after Skyline is a golden culinary combination.
That marriage joke is seriously funny. It reminds me of an old classic.
Life is like a shit sandwich… the more bread you have, the less shit you have to eat…
I apologize for the bad language.
I also apologize that it took me so long to hit your follow button. I am a self-obsessed individual. I have always loved your comments.
I won’t hold your tardiness against you…. Yet.
Bad language is strongly encouraged here honey!
And? I don’t eat bread anymore, so does that mean I eat more shit?
Only you can answer that question. I would assume, from what little I know about you, that the answer is definitively NO.
Pass me that club and spade!!
I can’t, I am using them!
Love your writing voice. It makes me smile–especially assed as a verb.
Thank you!
I love the word ‘assed’!
Hey, I commented on this one already. I am done stalking you. I am now inside your house getting ready to chop you into little bits… metaphorically speaking, of course.