STOP CALLING. JUST STOP.
Amen. Preach it.
(that's addressed to whoever it is calling the officemate's line. We're at 23 calls. He's not here. They keep calling, about 3 in a row, a 5 minute pause and then AGAIN.)
Oh. Mine is addressed to The World, c/o Fucking Everyone.
As the mother of 2 teenage boys I LOVE the mean mom story, although I fear my chances for getting the award are damaged. Being the meanest mom on the planet is a challenge.
I scrolled through pages of inane comments and was saddened to see that no one referenced Disaster Area.
That was my very first thought, ita.
MM and I are as one on phone calls.
Also, my coworker is
in the hospital.
No, you cannot have her cell number. Dumbass.
sarameg, rip the phone cord out of the wall. Either that, or answer the phone and tell the person on the other end how much you hate them. It'll be cathartic either way.
Yay, smiling Grace!
You know, I'd be tempted to answer, but last time I tried that, they wanted me to take a fucking message. Um, no. I don't work for him.
Being the meanest mom on the planet is a challenge.
Yes it is. K-Bug saw that story about the mom who sold the car, so when I try to be "mean mom", she just laughs at me.
I'm eating a muffin (whitey) that I made on Saturday. Or rather a biscuit, but whatever. There is a green veggie in it but I don't remember putting green veggie in the dough.
Should I be worried?
Um, what kind of muffuit?