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*
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 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.