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 the linky below. Really, what the hell?
Elle
I don’t know why, but it’s getting harder and harder to come up with ideas for What The Hell Wednesday. Really, how many times can I complain about the weather (too cold), my ankle (still hurts), kids arguing (of course) before it just sounds like more whining?
I was on Twitter the other evening when I saw a giveaway for Hallmark cards. I love Hallmark and their new idea of putting prepaid postage on the envelopes of some of their cards. Why didn’t someone think of this sooner? So I clicked on the link to check out the giveaway and there were no less than 7 steps just to enter. Seriously? Seven steps? Follow me on twitter, like this blog on facebook, follow Hallmark Cards on twitter, like them on facebook, follow on Google Friend Connect, blah, blah, blah then leave a comment for each. You get the idea. I could drive to Hallmark and buy the cards, address them and mail them in the time it would take just to enter the contest. What the Hell?? Who has time for that?
Stacy
Okay, I had a bunch of What the Hells happen this week. I even talked about them to Elle and my bff, now that it’s 10:30 pm and I’m just sitting down to write them, I’m drawing a blank! What the Hell? Seriously, I need to start writing this stuff down!
Five days later I had to call the cell phone customer service in India again because I hadn’t gotten my refund. I got a lovely woman, let’s call her Peggy. She read from her manual on how to handle the now, more angry American, very well. She assured me numerous times that, “please do not worry ma’am, I assure you that your problem will be resolved promptly” *said in an Indian Accent* She finally came back to me and said, “yes ma’am I see that we put in for that refund, but it can take 7-10 days”. What The Hell? The last guy named Peggy told me it would take 3-5!! When I explained this to her she said, “yes ma’am I am sorry about that one, but please do not worry ma’am, I assure you that your problem will be resolved promptly”. Crap, she jumped back to paragraph 1 in the angry American manual!! Finally I just said, “Fine” and she says, “well I thank you for calling today is there anything that I may help you with today?” What the Hell!? You didn’t actually help me with what I called about!!
Tonight I was at the gym with my BFF, let’s call her “Nips”, because she likes to drink the little liquor bottles. Anyways, “Nips”and I used the stairmaster, and I held onto the sensors to check your heart rate and……… nothing. Hmmm, must be broken. We then went to the bike, again I held on tightly, and again no heart rate. Hmmm, another broken machine? Then we went onto the treadmill, and yet again I held onto the sensors and guess what??? Nothing!!! What The Hell??? Do I have absolutely no heart rate?? “Nips” looked over at me the last time and said,“y’know, next time you go to the doctor, you may want to mention that”. Elle called me the Tinman. Thanks sistah!
Saturday morning there was a breakfast being held by D.A.R.E. Thing 2 really wanted to go to it, and was so happy to bring home the flyer listing all the delicious food! See Thing 2 LOVES food, so a HUGE breakfast is something really awesome to him! I got up early and he and I went to it. It was held at a Knights of Columbus hall, or something, I really didn’t pay much attention to the sign. We entered the hall, Thing 2 looks around and says, “where is everyone?” Okay, there were a few people, but we were getting there towards the last hour of it. We went and got our food and sat down. He looked down at his pathetic plate of food, and you could see he was thinking What The Hell???? I swear he must of envisioned this huge, fancy, spectacular breakfast buffet. Instead he was trying to use a plastic fork and knife to cut through a hard, weird shaped hash brown. I know it was a fundraiser and I believe in the D.A.R.E. program, but next time, don’t try to make breakfast, it was just awful!
Monday night when “Nips” and I went to the gym we walked into this
It was “Pizza Night” at Planet Fitness! What the Hell? Are you serious? I know I’ve seen it before, well, actually I never saw the pizza, only the signs that said, “No Pizza on The Equipment”. Really? Let’s just say that we saw a few girls grab some pizza, sit at a table and then leave. They didn’t work out, they just ate the pizza! Way to go Planet Fitness, keep feeding your clientele crap so that they need to come back! Home of the Judgement Free Zone, and free Pizza Mondays. Oh, and Bagel Tuesday’s! Seriously, I don’t think the trainers on the Biggest Loser would condone this type of behavior!
