What The Hell Wednesday~23
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?
Stacy
I’m having a hard time coming up with my What The Hell’sthis week. It’s not that people didn’t cause me to say it, it’s just either not interesting or it’s not coming to me. So, please cut me a little slack on my crappy wth’s this week k?
So Saturday night I went out with one of my best friends. She is super fun, and every one loves her. Also, things happen to her, that only happen to her. For example, she came running out of the ladies room and sat down at the table and said, “Oh my god, you will never ever guess what just happened in the ladies room. I came out of the stall and there were 3 women topless. They were trying on each others bras.” Wait…..What? What The Hell? Who does that and why the hell would you?? I mean, who wants to switch bras, especially when you’ve been dancing and you’re all sweaty!! The funniest thing was a guy near us overheard our conversation and said to his friend, “nothing like that ever happens in the men’s room!”
Our stupid cat is being stupider. The other day he went and poo’d behind the kids t.v. in the playroom. I cleaned it up, went down cellar, cleaned his catbox and put him in it. Just in case he was trying to give me a not-so-subtle hint that his box needed to be changed. I came home from work, went into the playroom and noticed that it didn’t smell. Okay, it worked. Not 5 minutes went by and I smelled it…..you know what. What The Hell? He went and poo’d behind the couch in the playroom!!! I was just in there, and he knewhe had a clean catbox! Argh!! So, he’s been spending his kitty time-out in the basement with his litterbox!
Elle
Oh, crap! I was counting on Stacy to have some good What the Hell moments.
Since it’s St. Patrick’s day we have to have corned beef. I hate corned beef. It just has such a weird flavor, like nothing else I can describe. What the Hell makes it corned beef anyway? So it’s not bad enough we have to have this weird meat, but my husband cooks up sauerkraut and onions. What the Hell? I hope he doesn’t mind sleeping alone.
Today in J-Man’s class they are baking cookies. Way back in September I signed up to be in the classroom during the baking of the cookies. I planned ahead and switched my schedule around so I could be there and as of Tuesday morning I still hadn’t heard from the room mother. What the Hell??? I sent an email to the teacher and things are all set for me to be there and she was sorry I didn’t get a phone call or email about it. I swear I have had the worst trouble with room mothers since J-Man started elementary school. Nursery school was great, but it’s been all downhill from there.
I saw the doctor that did my failed laparoscopy back in November. Once again she said I was a mystery and she had no idea why I was still in pain. She’s hoping the PPS will figure it out, but she’s pretty sure that I’m headed for another laparoscopy. What the Hell???? I’ve been in pain since August 24, 2009, every single freakin’ day. It’s getting really annoying. Last night I was finishing up stuff in the kitchen and I said to my husband “I can’t wait to be done for the night so I can rest. I don’t feel good.” His surprised response “You don’t feel good?” He was actually surprised….I was like “I never feel good. Remember.” What the Hell????? Doesn’t he live in the same house with me? The woman that is always complaining and is taking pain meds for the pain. Whatever.
