Someone please tell me it's "let's see how far we can push Ashley until her head explodes in a thousand cripsy-burnt pieces around us" because it isn't on my calendar.
Good things that happened today:
-Boone made me smile with his sweetness
Bad things that happened today:
-I only got 4 or 5 hours of non-consecutive sleep thanks to both my sister who enjoys 430 in the morning phone calls and a jittery kitten.
-I was told that both my political and religious views weren't worth a dime. I don't so much mind that as being blatantly told that I am wrong for what I believe.
-My dad asked me to watch a movie with him (and we started to), but he got a phone call. I tried to have a conversation about thing-x and he got a phone call. I tried to talk to him about Christmas. He got a phone call. Seriously, why do I even try? I wonder how much it would cost to have the thing surgically removed from his ear and maybe (at the same time) have the pole ripped out of his ass. ::ponders::
-Techno (my kitten) spent *maybe* 10 minutes of his day not in trouble. He got in the trash. He got on the counters. He got in the cabinets.
-Both of Heather's dogs have gone on the floor *numerous* times. I should mention that I have taken them out at least 80 times today *and* they are both potty trained. Grrr.
-Both of Heather's dogs have gotten into the kitty litter box. (Warning:this is gross). They eat the kitty litter and all various forms of whatever is in there. Then they try to come and lick your face, arms, legs, hands, etc.
-I got lost coming back from dropping Heather off at a friends house and spent 20 minutes trying to figure out where I was.
-My dad *so kindly* volunteered me into doing random things that he didn't want to do without as much as a please. Nevermind that I have ::le gasp:: things to do.
-On the way to picking Heather up, he informed me that there is a huge possibility that we are *not*, in fact, going to Chicago. This is about the only thing I have been looking forward to this month.
Someone please tell me I am just being overdramatic.
How do some days go so well and others so horribly?
-Ashley
Good things that happened today:
-Boone made me smile with his sweetness
Bad things that happened today:
-I only got 4 or 5 hours of non-consecutive sleep thanks to both my sister who enjoys 430 in the morning phone calls and a jittery kitten.
-I was told that both my political and religious views weren't worth a dime. I don't so much mind that as being blatantly told that I am wrong for what I believe.
-My dad asked me to watch a movie with him (and we started to), but he got a phone call. I tried to have a conversation about thing-x and he got a phone call. I tried to talk to him about Christmas. He got a phone call. Seriously, why do I even try? I wonder how much it would cost to have the thing surgically removed from his ear and maybe (at the same time) have the pole ripped out of his ass. ::ponders::
-Techno (my kitten) spent *maybe* 10 minutes of his day not in trouble. He got in the trash. He got on the counters. He got in the cabinets.
-Both of Heather's dogs have gone on the floor *numerous* times. I should mention that I have taken them out at least 80 times today *and* they are both potty trained. Grrr.
-Both of Heather's dogs have gotten into the kitty litter box. (Warning:this is gross). They eat the kitty litter and all various forms of whatever is in there. Then they try to come and lick your face, arms, legs, hands, etc.
-I got lost coming back from dropping Heather off at a friends house and spent 20 minutes trying to figure out where I was.
-My dad *so kindly* volunteered me into doing random things that he didn't want to do without as much as a please. Nevermind that I have ::le gasp:: things to do.
-On the way to picking Heather up, he informed me that there is a huge possibility that we are *not*, in fact, going to Chicago. This is about the only thing I have been looking forward to this month.
Someone please tell me I am just being overdramatic.
How do some days go so well and others so horribly?
-Ashley
kealli:
you are not being overdramatic.. either that.. or i am also overdramatic at times 