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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. <\/strong>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?<\/strong><\/p>\n Stacy<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong>This past month, my car has been one big headache.\u00a0 It needed the plate renewed, brakes, tires, and an inspection.\u00a0 Everything had been done to fix it, and when we brought it in for the inspection it failed, now needing front wheel bearings.\u00a0 What the Hell<\/strong>??\u00a0 THEN, when I went to leave work today it wouldn’t start!\u00a0 The battery was dead, WHAT THE FREAKING HELL?<\/strong>\u00a0 Hello Murphy, the law states that 3 bad things happen, not more than that!\u00a0 Can’t you add??\u00a0 Minus a couple bad things okay, I’m good.\u00a0 So now it’s off to the dealer tomorrow to see if these super expensive wheel thingy’s are covered under my extended warranty.\u00a0 I’m thinking since Murphy’s Law is working overtime on me lately, they will probably tell me it’s normal wear and tear and not cover it.\u00a0 Because that’s my luck.<\/p>\n Do you know how long it takes to get 2 boys in bed at night?\u00a0 Now, I mean 2 boys ages 12 and 14……..ready for it…..30-45 minutes!\u00a0 Really?\u00a0 What The Hell??\u00a0<\/strong> I seriously thought that as they got older bedtime would get easier, y’know because they’re old enough to do things themselves, but guess what….it doesn’t get any easier.\u00a0 They still want a drink, still need to go to the bathroom, homework that they didn’t have earlier magically appears in their backpack, no one can find their cell phone to charge, and something is of course in the car that they forgot and need right now.<\/p>\n I just got a home phone, due to the cell phone expense\/Murphy’s Law car trouble this month.\u00a0 But guess what, if my name and number is displayed on someone’s caller id it says, “Sandra ————“.\u00a0<\/em> What the Hell??\u00a0<\/strong> Guess what, my name’s not<\/em> Sandra.\u00a0 And to top it all off, I’ve gotten non-stop calls for a Joseph, Mrs. McGuigan, and someone else I can’t remember.\u00a0 What the Hell<\/strong> Comcast??\u00a0 Has everyone in my town had this number a minute before I did??\u00a0 Even calling my Mum tonight, she answered, “Hello Sandra.\u00a0 You know it says Sandra on my caller id right?”<\/em>\u00a0 Yes, yes I do.<\/p>\n Elle<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/strong>The fact that I’m finally getting to writing this post after 11pm should give you an indication of how my day has gone. At least I didn’t have to mop up blood in the lobby today. See, not all bad. That’s me always looking on the bright side.<\/p>\n I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. Maybe it’s the inconsistency in posting, or the fact that our Mother is pretty much the only one who reads this, but today I had the worst thing ever happen. It started when I got home and my daughter went out to get the mail. She passed me a good sized package that was addressed to me. Yay! I love packages. Good things usually come in packages. I tore it open and was completely stunned. Some bloggers get awesome invitations to parties, premieres, gift cards, video games, well, you get the drift. Usually some good stuff. But not me, no, I was sent a sample pack of Depends! <\/em>Holy oops I crapped my pants Batman! Depends??!! <\/em>What the hell??!!!!<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/em>Who had this incredibly stupid marketing idea of sending out a bunch of samples of “Depends” to some bloggers. “I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to get them. You know how they just love free stuff. It’s a win-win.” I’m thinking they didn’t consider that a lot of people would be less than thrilled to find that particular suprise in their mailbox. Or, even worse, they only sent them to me!<\/p>\n I was more mortified than thrilled. I mean, really? I feel like I’ve been added to some horrible, hellish mailing list of people with possible\u00a0urinary incontinence. How the hell did I get in that demographic? Because I’ve had 4 kids? Because I’m a grandmother, a very young <\/em>grandmother? For the record, I absolutely 100% do not now, or have I ever needed adult diapers. Ugh!<\/p>\n After my son stopped laughing he said “Why are the people on the package smiling? I bet they had to pay them one hundred dollars to do that.”<\/p>\n Next time you’re complaining about the bills you got in your mail, remember it could be worse. You could be getting a sample package of adult diapers. Sigh<\/p>\n \n