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?
Last night I was watching last week’s episode of “No Ordinary Family” and there was a scene where someone was being murdered and the bad guy had to make it look like a suicide. The victim was supposed to overdose on a bunch of pills. The bad guy puts the prescription bottle of pills on the table and instead of me getting lost in the dramatic moment, I notice the medication is spelled wrong. It’s zolpidem not zolpedim dimwit. What The Hell?! Don’t they pay people big bucks to get crap like that right?
Last weekend we planned on getting the bulk of our Christmas shopping done. The person who controls my voodoo doll had other ideas. We stopped at a local burger place before hitting the mall. It’s been a couple of months since we’ve been there and the’ve changed the menu. The burger I usually order wasn’t on the menu any longer. What The Hell??!! They said they could make it so I ordered it. Big Mistake. Then when we left the restaurant we had a flat tire. Oh ya, fun times. There we were in a freezing cold parking lot in the dark trying to change the tire. Well, I was holding the flashlight while my husband was trying to change the tire. But it was cold. We finally had to call around for some help because the tire wouldn’t come off. A special thanks to my lovely neighbor who came out in the cold with her two little girls to check on us and then gave me a ride home. My husband made it home about 40 minutes later. I didn’t abandon him, one of his friends from work came by and gave him a hand.
Oh, and that off the menu burger? I’m pretty sure it gave me food poisoning. What the Hell??!! I spent the entire day Saturday sick as could be. I never left my room and could barely move. I did manage to watch/sleep thru 3 sappy Christmas movies and the first 3 Indiana Jones movies. I started to feel like I would actually live on Sunday, but the mall was definitely out.
Thing 1 got kicked off the bus last week, so everyday this week I’ve been driving him to school. This morning he got out of the car and I heard something drop. I yelled to him to look on the ground because I heard something fall. He glanced down quickly and shook his head “no” and kept walking. Well tonight he gets out of bed at 9:30 p.m. and says, “Mom, remember this morning when I got out of the car and you said something dropped? Well, I think my Nintendo DS fell on the ground, or it’s in my locker.” What The Hell?????? First off, his DS broke awhile ago, which is why he is allowed to bring it to school, he does have a DSI that is not allowed to go. But still, he had a game in it, and I said that I heard something drop on the ground!!!! Why the hell doesn’t he listen to me???
The other day the receptionist at work called me. Now, she works upstairs, I work downstairs. I answer the phone and she says, “Is so and so in the office right now?” I said, “no she’s at lunch right now.” So she says, “well could you come up here and get this flower delivery for her?” What the Hell?? No I can’t, I’m working. I actually have a ton of work to do right now! I asked her if the maintenance guy “Skinny Jeans” could bring it down but she said he wasn’t there. I told her that I would leave a note on “so and so’s” chair and she could come up and get her flowers when she got back from lunch! Really, I don’t have time to deliver flowers right now!
Every day I get ask questions that make me go What The Hell?? I think there should be a sign on my desk that says “Information”,either that, or everyone thinks I’m supah smart. Here are just a few of the questions I get- How many fire extinguishers are in the building? How many times should I fold this paper to put it in an envelope? Did you know the door is open? (for the record, I can see the door from my desk) Is anyone in the bathroom? What’s that smell? Do you know where *insert name here* is? Is it raining out? (for the record I can’t see the outdoors from where I sit) What’s the zip code for *insert random town in NH here*? What’s that noise? –Is it any wonder that I have a “Magic 8 Ball” on my desk? Although I’m not allowed to use it on my boss. She asked me something the other day and I grabbed the 8 ball and shook it and she said, “Oh no, you didn’t just Magic 8ball me!!” It was funny! Good thing I amuse her!