WTF . . . is whole-grain apple pixie? This is on my son's school lunch menu for today and I have not the slightest idea what it might be. Does it have dairy in it? Can't tell. Packing his lunch, I guess. *flips hair*
WTF . . . is with my kids? They used to each get up as they woke up and would come downstairs to present themselves to me as a little bundle of need to be appeased. Now when one wakes up, he or she wakes the other first and they come downstairs together. TWO little bundles of need at once. Both want to be held and then have breakfast. Different breakfast, because heaven forbid they should want the same thing. It's a P.I.T.A.. One at a time was much better. *flips hair*
WTF . . . is my problem? Why did I pick a fight that is totally unnecessary? My husband was sifting through a pile of paperwork I have yet to file yesterday. He pulls out a piece of paper and begins studying it intently. It's a lab report from my physical last month. He says "Why in the world did you have testing for a bunch of STDs?" Shit. (All clear, btw!) My reply: "Oh, it's standard now as part of a gynecological exam. No big deal." He bought it. End of story, right? Crisis averted? Well, no. I've been crabby and snarly and can't let things go, so I had to poke the otherwise tranquil beast. "And besides, since I don't really know what happened between you and S when you spent the night with her last summer, better safe than sorry." I'm a fool. It got unpleasant from there. Why do I do stupid shit like that? *flips hair*
WTF . . . is with road crews showing up at 7:30 a.m. and jackhammering the street in front of my house for well over 1/2 an hour? I shit you not. Woke the girl up and upset the boy, who has some sensory integration issues with loud noises (frankly, they don't thrill me either). As an urban neighborhood, all the houses are close to the street, so we could feel the vibrations in the house. And this is a residential neighborhood, full of families with small kids. I snapped a pic so you can see what I'm talking about:
Even a 1/2 hour later would have been preferable. Plus there's no way my son's bus could get through that, so we had to meet the bus on the corner. And it is garbage day AND recycle day, so the garbage and recycle trucks both need to get through. *flips hair*
*flips hair* - if you don't know what this means, check out this post from Stealth, second video. Hil-frickin-larious. Whatever do people do who don't have enough hair to flip?
|Your Passion is Purple!|
You've got a ton of passion, but you don't always wear it on your sleeve.
If something truly excites you, you let your inner intensity shine through.
But otherwise, your passion tends to morph into energy ... which you never lack.
You're a balanced woman, knowing when to turn on the fire in your heart.