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My DH keeps threatening to take my engagement ring back and exchange the diamond for a bigger one. I don't want a bigger diamond.
So I told him he can't unless the diamond is even higher on the scale of perfection, so that it throws rainbows. He's quit talking about getting me a new diamond...
 
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You're younger than me. I don't remember vicodin being an option. Tylenol 3 was as good as it got.
And I had to drink Ensure from cans
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And I had to walk to the bus stop. A mile uphill. In the dark.
 
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[performing root canal on self to try to ease the mental pain]

You wimmin are CRAZY! If a guy wants to do something nice for you, LET HIM! Don't be an old bitter hag like me. [taking myself off to my lunch break now - I'm going to go kick some small children or old dogs]
 
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[performing root canal on self to try to ease the mental pain]

You wimmin are CRAZY! If a guy wants to do something nice for you, LET HIM! Don't be an old bitter hag like me. [taking myself off to my lunch break now - I'm going to go kick some small children or old dogs]

Buffy, I only want the rock he gave me, himself, in the restaurant when I finally began to cave in.

I asked for a 1969 Corvette, instead. He said he's working on it, and I'll have it at our 25th anniversary.
 
*jitters*

I just realized I only have 1 crazy pill! I was able to dig through a desk drawer and find a slightly lint-ridden 2nd pill......it did get wet once and half the coating is missing but I don't think I will die. and if I do, at least I wont' have to get a root canal.
 
Yes, the stupid seems to be floating freely about BYC this morning. Eep.

Just got off the phone with one of my friends...oh, the man drama. You'd think at 49 she might be past some of that. Love her dearly but I am SO over the "and then he said"...
 
I hate that. I have two coworkers with constant man drama. I am kind of tired of hearing about it. One always picks the WRONG guys and then latches onto them like they are man of her dreams......even when they are obviously just pieces of poop.

The other is living with a giant douchebag arsehole. He doesn't work, drinks heavily and is verbally and physically abusive. I get tired of listening to them complain about these dudes that just need to get kicked to the curb. and then beat repeatedly with a baseball bat. Or Tire Iron. Or shotgun.
 
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[note to self: stop complaining about DH]

No, no, no. This is totally different. TRUST me.
 
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