What The Hell Wednesday
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?
Elle
So I was MIA last week. It was a crazy week which included doctor appointments, getting rear-ended at a stop light and making Halloween costumes at the last minute.
So, ya, I got rear-ended and of course I was driving my husband’s car. It’s a 2005 Vibe and was in almost pristine condition. He keeps his cars immaculate inside & out and is fanatical about keeping away from shopping carts. After the guy slammed into me, he got out of his car and he’s wearing a t-shirt with “It’s 5 o’clock somewhere” written on it and he said “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. When I looked up I saw the light was red.” When you looked up???!!!! What The Hell??!!! It could’ve been worse and at least the kids weren’t in the car, then I would’ve totally freaked on his 5 o’clock somewhere ass.
After talking to the other guy’s insurance company, my husband took his car to the dealer he usually goes to for an appraisal of the damage. The lady at the insurance company was very clear. He could get his appraisal, the garage would fax it over to the insurance company and they would send a check to my husband for that amount. Then it was up to him to fix it with the money or just keep it. After doing the appraisal the dealer tried to give my husband a paper to sign that would authorize the repairs and to have the check sent directly to the dealer. My husband said no, that’s not how it works. They continued to pressure him to sign it saying this was the only way he would be able to get it fixed and if he didn’t sign the paper they wouldn’t send the appraisal over to the insurance company. He said fine and left. He got back to work, called the insurance company and they were pretty angry that the dealership tried to pull a fast one like that. What The Hell???!!So they said they would send over an independent appraiser to his work the next day. He got a phone call in less than 20 minutes from the insurance company saying that they had the appraisal. Hmmmmm…..guess he didn’t need to sign the paper after all. You just can’t trust anyone anymore.
I have my surgery one week from today. Finally! A couple of days ago I got my pre-surgical screening phone call. They asked tons of health questions and then asked me if I had any allergies. I gave them the list of all the anti-biotics I’m allergic to and then I said “I’m also allergic to latex” So that started another round of questions.
“Did a doctor tell you that you were allergic to latex?” why is that the only way to confirm a latex allergy?
“No, it was a nurse because I cross-reacted to avocados”
“Can you eat bananas?”
“No, I hate bananas.”
“Can you eat kiwi?”
“I don’t eat kiwi.”
“Can you eat chestnuts?” What The Hell??? Who the hell eats chestnuts???? Like I sit around an open fire roasting chestnuts.
Really, why c0uldn’t she just believe me that I have a latex allergy? Why the 20 questions? She finally agreed to put down that I had a latex allergy. Gee, thanks.
Stacy
I’ve been kinda having a What The Hell week and it’s only Wednesday. I had an appointment today and called the boys when I was done to let them know I was on my way home. Thing 2 answers and I ask how his day was. He says, “well I have good news and some bad news. The good news is my book report went good the bad news is I got suspended off the bus.” What The Hell??? I asked what happened and he says, “I don’t know, the bus driver is crazy, I was laughing and she yelled at me and said I can’t ride the bus until Monday.” So now I really don’t know if he’s really suspended because he didn’t bring home any paper saying that he was. And for laughing? Really? Tomorrow I’m going to send him to the bus stop and see if she lets him on, and if she doesn’t well then I will drive down to the school in my pajamas and yell at the principal, because really there is no way I am going to drive him to school every day. I HATE people and would probably get kicked out of the parent drop off for road rage anyways!
Saturday night was Trick or Treat in our town. It was a pretty nice night, not too cold and not windy. We went to our usual neighborhood and it took the boys about 45 mins to run to all the houses. I mentioned going up the road to the Stepford Neighborhood because there is one house in there that goes all out for Halloween!!! Their neighbors must HATE them. I think it’s awesome. So we go up there, they go through all the scary stuff and run back to the car. I said, “do you want to go Trick or Treat to a few of these houses, they’re all right next to eachother?” And they say,“naaaah, let’s just go home.” What The Hell? I was ready to grab their bags and go to the doors myself!! When I used to go Trick or Treating we would go from when it started until when it ended!! You didn’t go home early, it’s free candy!!!
I logged onto Facebook tonight and all the writing was really small! What The Hell Facebook?? Are you trying to get rid of any older people who might be using Facebook? I mean they won’t be able to read anything it’s so damn small!!!
