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 the linky below. Really, what the hell?
Hey, remember me? Elle’s long lost sometimes blogging sister? I’m baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack, and with real internet! Now if I could just get some time to write something….and to be funny. Maybe I should take one of my Ambiens, wait an hour and then write something. I’m way funnier when those kick in. Of course I don’t make sense either, but hey who cares as long as it’s funny! What the Hell!?
While I’ve been away stuck in a dead zone with unhappy kids dealing with no online gaming or streaming. We got a puppy. Yep, I’m that dumb, I got an un-potty trained puppy in the middle of winter. She is cute, at least there’s that. She’s part black lab and part boxer. Did you know that Boxers are a gassy breed? Like EXTREMEMLY gassy?? This I did know from experience, but still how bad could it really be right? She’s just a puppy. Yeah bad enough that I had to leave the room and go UPSTAIRS. What the Hell??? I think someone has been sneaking her egg sandwiches with cabbage and brussel sprouts. At least that’s what it smelled like as I was running away with tears running down my face. Whew, we need to get that dog some yogurt! Did you know that? Yogurt helps gassy dogs. Guess how I know that? Google. What the Hell did we do before Google? I mean I guess we might have called someone and asked if they knew the answer, but what if they didn’t?? Then we would never have the answers to our all important questions…like…how to cure a gassy dog? Or what was the name of that movie that had that guy in it? Y’know the guy that’s married to that woman?
Is it just me or does everything have acronyms now? The other day while having a conversation with Thing 1, he used the terms, “RPG, AFK, DLC, and AFC.” What the Hell?? IDK WTH these mean??! This is why no one can spell anymore, everything is in initials, or they use auto-correct. He of course thought I was old as dirt, which I’m not, I’m only slightly old, but not old as dirt yet. I’m getting there, but it’s not like anyone is saying, “good for her, she’s still getting out there,” or “she looks so good….for her age.” Anyways I was told that RPG means Role Playing Game, AFK is Away from Keyboard, DLC is down-loadable content (which really should just be DC if you ask me), and AFC is Away from Computer (but I kinda guessed that one).
Sometimes I feel like I have ADD, like now when I’m writing this, I’m having this whole conversation in my head with all these thoughts, and it’s just rambling and rambling, and then I think of something else that really has nothing to do with what I was writing about and then I think, OMG people are going to think I’m really strange because this whole paragraph is one sentence, and you can’t have a whole paragraph be one sentence because I think I learned in school that it was called a run on sentence, or was it a compound sentence? Oh crap I could never go on, “Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader.”, and wait is that show even on still? Elle is really going to make fun of me for this rambling, and I bet she’s going to wish that I went to bed early, and didn’t write all this gibberish on our blog that she does all the hard work on. Ha ha, gibberish is a funny word, and I bet I spelled it wrong, I better spell check it before she see’s all my grammatical errors. What the Hell, this is my brain, it’s seriously a bit jumbled and busy in there. I don’t know how I get anything done.
I’m as suprised as you are that Stacy showed up. I’ll be nice and leave her “Ya, I’m that dumb” comment alone. It’s just too easy. I need more of a challenge. Besides, I don’t want to make any fast moves, I might scare her away.
Sunday I read an article about tuna and how the tuna you eat isn’t always tuna and that it’s a cheaper fish being substituted for tuna. Wow, that’s a lot of tuna in that sentence. In the article they mentioned the fact that the fish they are using instead of tuna can cause….wait for it…. prolonged uncontrollable oily anal leakage. All those words scare the crap out of me. No pun intended. The article seemed to point to fresh tuna more than canned, but still, prolonged uncontrollable oily anal leakage. WTH??!! That’s just not right. That’s what Alli is for.
I’ve come to the conclusion that our Mean Coon Cat Kimmy is addicted to bath salts. I don’t know who her supplier is or how she’s getting them, but it’s the only explanation for her desire to eat my face. She jumps in my lap and with her razor sharp face-eating teeth just inches away, she starts grinding her teeth together, probably in an attempt to make them even sharper. After the horrific sounds of her teeth sharpening she will lick my face, which I refer to as tasting. Then she will chomp down on my face in an attempt to eat it. WTH?? It’s a little hard to evade at 20 pound cat intent on eating your face. See, bath salts, or she’s just a bitch.
I have to say being a single mom sucks. My husband is away on a
beer drinking tour of Germany business trip and I’m here. WTH?? I told him I’ll need a vacation when he gets back home and he laughed. Really? I wasn’t joking. I know, I just had a vacation, but that vacation involved the whole family. I need a me vacation. Like that’s going to happen. Sigh.