Wednesdays are great for Wordless and Wordful posts, but we decided to go a different route and create our own Wednesday fun. We figured what the hell. That’s how we started What The Hell Wednesday. Who are we kidding? That’s pretty much how we decide on almost everything. If you want to play along, grab our button on the sidebar, link up to us in your post and don’t forget to sign in to McLinky below. Really, what the hell?
I know it seems like I write about Facebook a lot….and you may think that I am always on it, or have a problem, but really I don’t, really, really. So tonight I was on Facebook, and it won’t let me “online“. What The Hell? Don’t you know I have people to “chat” with?? What The Hell Facebook? You would think that a website that pretty much everyone uses could actually work the bugs out. I mean really? You can’t figure out how to do it or what? Figure it out, because my peeps waiting are waiting!
The other day a person at work, who shall remain nameless, infected her computer with a virus. I can only assume that she caught it off the Internet, because she seems to think it’s her job to read the Internet from A to Z. Anyways, her computer was out of commission. Today I came in to work and I realize that my computer will not work! I see the username that is showing on the screen, it’s not my name, it’s hers. What The Hell? Now my computer doesn’t work either!! ARGH!!
Tonight when I tucked my 9 year old adorable little boy in bed he said looked up and said, “Whatcha doin? Eating chocolate. Where’d ya get it? In the sewer. What’s it taste like? Cow manure.” What The Hell kid?? Where do you learn these things?
A couple of weeks ago J-Man asked me to get ice cream cones at the store. Apparently I bought ice cream cones that are made for very tiny people.
What The Hell?? Is exactly what my husband said when he saw them. “Didn’t the 60 cones in a box or the picture on the front that said actual size clue you in?” Well, no it didn’t. So now instead of taking a few minutes to make the kids an ice cream cone, I’m making them 3 ice cream cones. Each! You know that you can’t just leave the ice cream out, so every cone is a production. Stupid cones are going to last forever. I haven’t even finished the first 30 pack yet.
Never, ever tell a man, or specifically my husband, that he can cut down some trees with his chain saw. We went out and marked maybe 3 trees that needed cutting down. I guess in his chain saw frenzy he missed the marked or un-marked trees and just went to town. What The Hell???!!!I’m betting the main character in Texas Chainsaw Massacre was originally told by his wife he could cut down some trees and he went just a teensy bit too far.