And, saving my petty pain for a separate post...
I have a row of bad paper cuts across my upper lip where my daughter hit me with a book. It was accidental. Mostly. I'd told Annabel she was only getting one story tonight because it was already a bit past her bedtime. I finished the first book she requested, and then she reached over and grabbed one of her new birthday books and asked me to read it too. I said no, we'd said one book tonight, and she got angry and sort of flailed out her arms, book still in hand, and it caught me hard across the mouth and nose. The corner of the book, a brand new sturdy paperback with extremely crisp pages, caught my lip, hence paper cuts.
Owww, it stings...
ouch. paper cuts sting, on the lip ....
Was there mighty guilt on Annabel's part?
Damn, Erin. That sucks. That really, really. sucks.
Damn, Erin. I am so sorry honey. We'll get Pete to add them to The List.
And I'll sic our MOKTSP on him.
Sean!
I have a row of bad paper cuts across my upper lip where my daughter hit me with a book. It was accidental. Mostly.
Ouchie, ouchie, ouchie! Most of the pains in life that would qualify as worse than a row of papercuts on one's lips involve a trip to the Emergency ward and/or a hospital stay. So it does not qualify as petty.
my teaching contract for next year has not been renewed. I get this news 1 week before surgery.
Oh, Erin. What the fucking fuck? How can they tell you this in almost MAY? Don't they have a deadline?
Allow me to say, I share your pain. They are fuckers.
Too many egads overnight and lately in general.
Why is April going out like a lion?
I am in full-on Hate The World Mode right now.
The customers suck, the clients (different from customers) suck and I have some dumb-ass drunken friend from back in L.A. vomiting some bullshit about how he realized the miraculousness of Everything and the wonderfulnessosity of humanity and blah blah blah Fuck you, you idiot, just shut the fuck up.
The Mood, it is upon me with a Vengeance.
