What The Hell Wednesday~40

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?

Holy crap, we’re Over The Hill now with our 40th What The Hell Post!!! 

I know I’ve mentioned this before, but it happened again today.  Let me start at the begining.  We have a new woman at work, she was in the bathroom, and the Receptionist came to the bathroom door, yelled her name and told her someone was there to see her!  What The Hell??  What does she expect her to do??  Yell, “okay sure, send him in.”  It’s so ridiculous!  Even my kids know to wait for me to get out of the bathroom, unless someone is bleeding or on fire or both!

The City I currently work in is doing construction on every single road they have.  Today I was at CVS and right outside the road is all detoured and there is a ton of heavy equipment out front.  Inside the store is shaking, there’s banging, etc.  And I hear some idiot say, “Wow, what’s all that banging and shaking?  Is that from the construction?”  What The Hell do you think it’s from??  No, it’s just Godzilla out front we better run.  Why do you even need to ask that question, did you not see all the construction when you walked in?

Elle and I were talking about this yesterday, I hope I’m not stealing one of her WTH‘s.  She’ll get all mad at me if I did.  Just ask her about the zip lock bag incident….  Anyways, every time I try to get something to eat, or sit down to eat something, one of my two children or both will come in the kitchen and decide they need something to eat or drink immediately!  What The Hell?  I know they just ate, and it’s like 3:30pm, and I’m trying to eat my breakfast!!  There is no way they are as starving as I am!

 The other night when I was walking the dog I walked past my iris’s and heard some rustling.  I didn’t think too much of it, but when I walked past them again my dog pulled towards them.  I figured it was a squirrel or something so I just pulled him back towards the house, that’s when a skunk came running at us!!  WHAT THE FREAKING HELL???????????????  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!  I ran as fast as I could pulling the dumb dog who had now decided he was brave and could take the skunk, to the house.  All I could smell was skunk, and I wasn’t sure if either of us had gotten sprayed.  Once I got in the house I took a sniff of the dog and myself, luckily neither of us smelled like a skunk!!  I really hate nature.  Really, Really hate it!


I’m not sure What The Hell the Ziploc Bag Incident has to do with her kids and my kids always needing food, but whatev.

It’s funny Stacy mentioned how crazy nature is at her house because it’s beyond crazy here. First off, my neighbor casually mentions that there was a bear sighting on the trails near our house. What The Hell?? A bear??!! That’s all the kids need to hear. Then he goes on to say that not too long ago he found a bunch of bird feathers in his yard and then just the other day he found a the body of a headless bird in his yard. Okay, What The Hellis up with that? He said he wasn’t sure what would just want the head of the bird. Ummm….hello! Obviously it was a bird brain eating zombie and everybody knows that bird brains are the gateway drug to human brains. It’s just a matter of time.

Oh and I would have actually been ROFLMAO if Stacy had gotten sprayed by the skunk. What The Hell would be funnier than that??

My husband has decided that we need to switch from The Dish back to Time Warner Cable. Apparently it’s to save money, but What The Hell am I supposed to do with all those shows on my DVR?T here’s no way I’ll be able to watch everything recorded in the next few days. I’d have to be glued to the TV for something like 30 hours straight to get through them all.