I Had a Very Dramatizing Childhood
Friday, January 23, 2009
My week in review(or thinly veiled reasons why I've been absent).
1. Got the computer herps, husband had to completely reformat very badly wonkified harddrive, so bad actual reformatting took two days.
2. Very busy listening to husband chastise me for broken computer. "Would you stop downloading music already." Uh, sorry it was porn.
3.Was busy thanking husband for said cleaned up computer in a myriad of ways and now am very tired(and a little sore).
4. We got a dog and now have four members of our family who shit at will.
5. Have new business project with husband so have been very busy telling him what to do and how he's doing it wrong.
1. Got the computer herps, husband had to completely reformat very badly wonkified harddrive, so bad actual reformatting took two days.
2. Very busy listening to husband chastise me for broken computer. "Would you stop downloading music already." Uh, sorry it was porn.
3.Was busy thanking husband for said cleaned up computer in a myriad of ways and now am very tired(and a little sore).
4. We got a dog and now have four members of our family who shit at will.
5. Have new business project with husband so have been very busy telling him what to do and how he's doing it wrong.
If you followed me around this week, here are some of the things you would have heard.
I don't think I can keep her away from the poop smear on the wall. -hubs to me trying to simultaneously wipe up dog poo he smeared on the molding while picking it up and holding the bebe back from investigating said poop smear.
Those mean girls dramatized me. -eight year old's best guy friend recounting when a girl classmate was bullying him. You mean traumatized honey. Well, they're girls so I guess you probably were dramatized.
Man, she did it again, you were supposed to be watching her. (new puppy, that I practically begged for that hubs wanted to delay a year, peed on the floor for like the 5th time)Me, with a completely straight face, honey, you were the one that wanted a dog.
Five Year old daughter: And it was a lobster, a real lobster, no really, it was really real, you know, lobster. Eight year old son, (said in complete seriousness) Well, I hope you didn't touch it, you could get rabies. Uh honey, lobsters don't get rabies. Son: Thank god.
Those mean girls dramatized me. -eight year old's best guy friend recounting when a girl classmate was bullying him. You mean traumatized honey. Well, they're girls so I guess you probably were dramatized.
Man, she did it again, you were supposed to be watching her. (new puppy, that I practically begged for that hubs wanted to delay a year, peed on the floor for like the 5th time)Me, with a completely straight face, honey, you were the one that wanted a dog.
Five Year old daughter: And it was a lobster, a real lobster, no really, it was really real, you know, lobster. Eight year old son, (said in complete seriousness) Well, I hope you didn't touch it, you could get rabies. Uh honey, lobsters don't get rabies. Son: Thank god.
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teeheehee You sound like you're living in our house of poo, porn, drama and strangeness.
Thank God lobsters don't have rabies. Can you imagine? *shudder*
Oh, Christ, that cracks me up.
I wish I had a husband who could reformat my 'slower than treacle' hard drive. He just keeps telling me that the computer is old and needs replacing. Geez some salesmen must have made a load of money out of him through the years. Come to think of it, one just did this week. His car broke so he bought a new one. >:-(
He will not be feeling 'tired or sore' for some time until I get over THIS one I can tell you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PS: That lobster baby is the cutest thing I have seen in some time.
What kind of dog did you get? Dogs rule!
Whatever, this all sounds like a front to cover for a week of uncontrollable masturbation and boozing. I'm on to you, which is much worse than 'I'm on you' for those of you keeping score at home.
oh formerlyfun, i'm so glad you are back. mainly so that when I come to your blog I don't have to see the maniacal pigtailed satan with her blood sandwich. Here's to potty training and a great next week!
Sounds like you had such a splendid week! It's got to be good when there's poop on the walls.
LOL well you sound like you've been a busy beaver! hehehe, I said beaver.
We husbands are always getting bossed around!