What The Hell Wednesday~Schools Out for Summer
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?
Stacy
Yesterday Thing 2 came home with a huge black trash bag and announced, “I cleaned out my locker.” I said, “Great, does that mean we can just throw away that trash bag?” Apparently not. But he then he came in all excited and exclaimed, “Guess what I found“. I answered, “What” and he throws his student i.d. at me. What The Hell buddy? Your student i.d. that you lost 2 days after getting it? The student i.d. that’s valid for one more day? You found that? Oh whooptiefreakingdoo, how awesome.
Today was the boys last day of school. Of course Thing 1 forgot his classroom dollars that he needed for today. I, being the good Mom that I am brought them to school. He needed those fake dollars to buy things in a classroom auction. I’m sorry, I know the teachers are trying to do something fun for the kids BUT they have an ulterior motive. They are auctioning off crap that they don’t want, and frankly neither do I! What the Hell? It’s bad enough my kids have to bring home every single damn paper they ever did that has been stuck in their locker, now they have to bring home classroom crap that they “won”, that you would of just thrown out? Really?
Last week I went grocery shopping, like I seem to do every single day because the boys won’t stop eating all the food. As I was paying for my groceries I hear them announce, “Would the owner of a Pontiac Aztec Gold, license plate blah blah blah, please report to the service desk.” Oh crap. Here’s the thing, I don’t know my plate number but I know that there are not a lot of Gold Pontiac Aztecs, believe me, my car is pretty rare, or at least around here it is. The boys bagging my groceries were laughing and making fun of the way the girl announced it on the loud speaker. I said, “yeah that’s real funny unless it’s your car, and I’m guessing it’s mine.” The first boy who had been flirting with the cashier the whole time said, “oh crap, that can’t be good.” Ya’think? I go to the service desk and 3 people immediately surround me to tell me that someone hit my car and drove away. What the Hell?! I’ve only had the car 2 years and it only has 45,000 miles on it! Lucky for me they got the license plate number of the car, and I was able to call the Police and file a report. Now I just have to call my insurance agency.
