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Another day of running around
Yesterday it was The Curmudgeon’s turn.
I ran him over to St. Luke’s West to get a blood test. He has a neurologist appointment on Monday and they need the blood test done beforehand.
We were going to do it on the way home from there last time but he wasn’t feeling well and wanted to get home quick.
Then he managed to forget about it and not remind me he needed one until this week.
*Headdesk*
Cardiologist appointment
I go to see my cardiologist every six moths.
Now, I wasn’t quite sure about his sense of humor, so I wore my new t-shirt under my overalls.
I asked him, “do you have a good sense of humor?”
He said, ” yes.”
“Does foul language bother you?”
“No.”
I showed him my T-shirt.
My cardiologist has a great laugh.
Today’s T-shirt.
This is a rant, you may not want to read it.
I have never been more disappointed in the American people especially the men than I am these days.
Dear sirs political and the just plain misogynistic,
Treating women like second class citizens. Eroding away every single hard-earned human right we have. Hating on us.
How proud all the women of your families must be of you.
I wonder if your problem with women stems from your mother not paying enough attention to you when you were a spoiled child who pulled the wings off flies.
I’m sure she must have ignored your temper tantrums since you still have them today when you don’t get your way. Or did your privileged ass have a Nanny who fed you drugs to put you to sleep so she could screw your daddy?
Did Mommy dearest bottle feed you instead of nurse you? Is that why you can’t stand seeing a woman do what is natural.
If it weren’t for women you wouldn’t be here. Keep that in mind.
If all the women of this country stood together you wouldn’t exist. You’d become a bad memory. We outnumber you and yet you bully us, pay us less than we are worth, take away our humanity, and try to suppress our free will?
If you were afraid of us before, continue to wage your war on us and you will learn the true meaning of fear.
Y’all have to sleep sometime.
What is that ball of fire in the sky?
Wait… no, it’s gone.
Yes, we’ve had rain for days and about five minutes of sun yesterday afternoon which we greeted with cheers and applause.
Ah huh, we are that desperate to see the sun again.
Even the dogs are dreaming of sunshine.
I know we need the rain but dang it I want to go fishing. I hate fishing on a soaked and muddy river bank in the rain on a chilly day. That isn’t fun.
As I have grown older…
I have learned…
That pleasing everyone is impossible but pissing people off is a piece of cake.
You can have your cake and eat it too.
I no longer care who does or doesn’t like me.
There are people and situations that will never change.
I have no more fucks to give.
Ending the day with a glass of wine just might get me through the night.
I am who I am and I don’t care what anyone thinks of me.
Cooped up itis
Sometimes there’s no escaping it.
You can’t go anywhere for one reason or another.
The weather prevents you from even enjoying your yard or a walk around the block.
Try as you might to escape into a book, your spouse or roommate has no concept of “I’m reading, leave me alone.”
Even a blunt “shut up” doesn’t phase them, they keep talking.
Today’s T-shirt
Peace and quiet?
Where does one find such a thing?
I really need to find it.
I crave it.
Salt air, sand, and waves along with it would be ideal.
Scammed again? Not quite.
The Curmudgeon got scammed not too long ago and it cost me my desk top computer. He’s not allowed on the computer any more.
He also owes me a new desk top. I’m stuck on the lap top for now.
Yesterday I was outside with Gavin and when I came in he told me the IRS had called saying they were going to sue us and we should call such and so number.
“No dear.”
“They said they were suing us.”
“The US government doesn’t sue you. They don’t phone you either. It’s a scam.”
“Glad I didn’t call them back,” he said.
Didn’t THEY call back later (had the same phone number) and when I answered the phone they hung up. Yep, I’m betting it was the old scammer with a new scam.
He never did like me because I called him what he is. A lying, cheating, scumbag whose tiny dick would never rise to the occasion again because I told him I cursed him.
Curses! Got to love how they can dig into a guilty person’s brain and totally fuck them up.
When I answer the phone, he hangs up.
We know it is him because I have blocked his number each time with each new number he’s tried. There’s no mistaking him, he talks to The Curmudgeon and The Curmudgeon hands the phone over to me, the man cries in fear and hangs up.
Today’s T-shirt.
It is possible to both love and hate someone
Tonight I hate him.
I can feel the venom filling my soul with hate for him.
I hate that he is no longer capable of doing anything around here and I am left to do it all.
I hate that he doesn’t give a tinker’s damn about my feelings.
I hate that he makes me feel this way and makes me hate myself.
Time to vote
I’ve not missed voting since I turned 18, except for in two primaries, neither of which were presidential races. I have voted in every presidential primary and federal election.
The two times I missed were because I was suddenly called out-of-state to stay with my baby sister while she went through Chemo. That will always win over voting.
Not to worry about me ever again missing a vote for that reason. I have one sister left and I would rather have another heart attack than go to see her.
Well played HBO
Sure, here we go again. Run a free HBO week or so and make sure you add a marathon of Game of Thrones. Thereby, hooking us all over again and making us suffer through waiting another year to see the next season, since we can’t afford the extra $$ for HBO.
Sigh.
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