F it. I’m going on a rant.
I’ve written three posts and the all kind of suck. I’m having a bad hair day, but I refuse to throw my hair up in a pony tail because that would be the easy way out. I’m pretty sure I gained weight. I’m ignoring Tornado S because he should be resting. I have a bunch of telemarketers calling my cell phone and home phone. And they better not wake Tornado A up or I will stay on the line to scream obscenities at the representative. I need new clothes, but clothes shopping with kids sucks. I need to get the oil change in the SUV, but I hate the waiting room. I can’t find a rental and feel like giving that up. I think I should be more organized, like ultra-organized, but I hate that. Oh. Sh*t. I’m hormonal. Gotcha. I’m off to go harass my local congress members.
Thank you for reading.