This post is going to be nothing but bitching. Sorry.
First I want to air my beef with Target. Every single time I go there I get overcharged for something. This has gotten really old really fast. By the time I check out I am ready to go and Nick is REALLY ready to go, so it is a serious pain in the batoot to have to go to Customer Service and get it sorted out. I sooooooo wish I could just quit going there but let’s be real here, I am an addict and I know it.
Second, I am so done going to these fancy “HUGE BABY AND KIDS!!!!” sales. Done. Finished. Rather stay home and scrub the toilet. I’ve been to two recently and they both left me frustrated, stressed out, and feeling dirty. The Pembroke one was so crowded you couldn’t even move because they crammed all the stuff into one building this year, and then had this ridiculous line you had to go through which was the only way to get out of the building. The second was the Kid’s Closet Semi-Annual Clearance which was filled with super expensive filthy crap. I just wanted to leave when I saw the checkout line, but my mom insisted that it wouldn’t be that bad so we hung around to buy our $13.50 worth of toys (which unfortunately weren’t very many for that much money). After being in line for over an hour she was pretty pissed and vowed to NEVER do it again. She’s with me now. NOT WORTH IT!
Third, our house needs to figure out that we do not have much time to devote to it anymore so it shouldn’t let things happen like the roof leaking. That’s right, water dripping down the wall and making a big puddle by the litterbox. Also leaking in through the sliding glass door in our room and into the basement. Also leaking from a mystery location from somewhere above the floor joist in the middle of the house and into the basement. Mike has his work cut out for him this weekend. And he loves nothing more than climbing around on the roof! Ha!
And Sabine? Just so you know I am not overly fond of picking up your crap off the floor while trying not to vomit.
Then today our Subaru blew out the fan in the ventilation system, we think. This will require one or more trips to the dealer for service and probably more cash than I want to even think about. Meh.
Oh yeah, and yesterday a bird pooped on my arm.
Okay that is all I’m going to lay on you. Bitchfest 2007 is over for now.
I love you KT!