How much shit am I suppose to eat?
I know all I do is complain, rant, bitch and moan. It seems that’s all my life is about anymore.
But seriously. How much is one person suppose to cope with?
Husband sent a text from camp over the weekend: “Piece of shit Jeep (my vehicle. I had his piece of shit truck that doesn’t shift correctly anymore) died and won’t start.”
WTF???
4 1/2 hrs later: “Ed fixed it”
Husband sent a text today: “Tailgate fell off the truck on the bypass.”
WTF???
“I left it there. Figured one less piece to haul to junkyard”
Really, WTF???
I replied, “With our luck we’ll get a $300 fine for littering.”
He went back and got it!
It gets better!
Last night my niece called me to let me know my daughter carved herself. Nice. She has cut her best friend’s initials on her leg and her boyfriend’s name on her hand.
WTF??? Seriously. WTF?
I get a call from the guidance counselor today. She was a bit helpful… Sending forms for evaluation.
When my stranger-daughter came home, we talked. Found out she has her lip pierced. Nice.
WTF?
