1 week ago
I am having a night! A night that can only be described as " if you ask me one more question I will karate chop your pinky toes off" kind of night. Nothing bad has happened. No one stole my cat. No one cut me in line. No one stepped on my foot. I am just crabby. Plain old cross & crabby. So please no one ask me a question. Not one!
I will do the question asking around here!
Why do people like to track dog crap on my carpet?
Why can't people use their blinkers when they are turning?
Why do bloggers ( you know who you are ) put those stinking copy the letter things in their comment section?
Why can't I get those stinking letter things right on the first try?
Why do I say "yes" to things that I want to say "no way" too?
Why are Cinnabon cinnamon rolls fattening?
Why is that all the questions I can think of right now?
I'm going to go take some deep breaths and regret not buying those dang cinnamon rolls.
Ok fine, that's a lie I'm going to go make banana bread and steam clean my carpets.