Thursday is "Don't futz with me" Day
1. The ice cream truck skipped my street.
2. My cell phone battery has given me the brush-off.
3. Daughter's teacher is now trying to teach my daughter the art of shutting up and taking it or be reprimanded for it, no matter what "it" is.
3a. Said teacher has never heard of basic communication,
3b. and sucks at basic grammar, for that matter. ("Was" is not plural!)
3c. Principal is no damn help: Thanks loads for empty gesture! Should have gone with my first option and let my rage fly at the dipshit teacher and demand to know why they want to train her to be a compliant victim.
4. My piddly 401k wants me to die: Thank goodness for Social Security. Hahahaha!
5. I can't even get weeds to grow: Unless it's in gravel. I can get lost of stuff to grow where it's not supposed to grow.
Next?
I'd rather be in the Carribbean.
Don't futz with me today, unless you want me to take all that out on you.
This has been a public service announcement from the pissed-off broadcasting system. This is not a test.
for the NNAF
7 comments:
love and hugs, Manxome.
Hey, how are comments like that supposed to aid in maintaining my high level of pissiness this week? Geez!
Ever considered homeschooling? :)
It's fantastic to have friends who understand the importance of balance. They provide an emergency dose of mush, then offer up a stabilizing dose of pissery.
Because my baseline is 94% pissy, 5% mush, and 1% extra dark chocolate.
*sob* thank you for the love and fucking fucker fuckery!
Dubhe - not seriously. I consider my role as supplement. Sometimes it's a lot of supplementing, sometimes it's very little. I figure the gain of different people, knowledge, and ways of teaching etc outweighs what I can provide alone. I know that we should have taken action sooner with this teacher and just gotten her out of that class. Ah, well, we learn at all ages.
Hey that's like my balance, which is more 85% anger, 10% humour, 4% mushiness and 1% dark chocolate.
But ((Hugs)) to you darling. mwah mwah
"The ice cream truck skipped my street."
Ouch. You still hear the annoying music, and get none of the compensatory sugar. That does suck...
Sly, bwahha, thanks for that.
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