I really don't know what was worse. Was it the first time she started crying because she's going to die soon and we don't spend enough time with her? Or was it the third time she started crying in her mound of bacon and pile of pancakes in the middle of the restaurant about not having a dress to wear to Hubby's graduation ceremony? Maybe it was when she asked us for money. Perhaps it was the coughing fit on the way home after she got done sucking down an after breakfast cigarette. No...it had to be the rest of the day when Hubby was venting about how irritated and pissed off at her he was.
You know you have a bad attitude when you just start yelling at people in the middle of the road. "YOU KNOW THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE HERE BESIDES YYYYOOOOOUUUUU!". And to you, the guy riding his bike down Alaskan Way in Seattle this afternoon, Yes it was me that yelled "ASSCRACK" at you as I was driving by in traffic. Why? Why would I do that? Because your giant hairy ass was hanging out of your bicycle shorts and no one wants to see that. A little common courtesy please. I mean really...how is it that people don't know their butts are hanging out of their pants? How!
In case you can't tell, I haven't quite shaken the negativity that is coursing through my veins yet. Just a quick statement....You be smarter, and I'll be nicer. So on that note, I think I'll just wrap it up before I infect anyone else with my nastiness today.
Weigh in this morning at 160.4 for no good reason what so ever. I should have lost a pound but the scale shows I gained .6 instead. Stupid bitch!
