I don’t know what is wrong with me. I guess I must have been raised wrong or something. I mean I don’t think it is a good idea to run around in the street screaming at the top of my lungs at my loser friends shouting expletives as well as ranking their moms… I tread carefully in the hallways so as not to disturb the tenants… I wait to take my turn… I follow the rules of common courtesy pretty closely….

I could go on and on, but it is kind of embarrassing to be the only person on the planet with this affliction…

Shoot me now!

/rant

 

How is it that I can forget something that has been part of my morning routine since junior high school? For the life of me I can not figure out how it is that I keep forgetting to put on my deodorant in the morning. I have to carry an extra in my work bag just in case… and I use it at least once a week. It’s crazy! I thought I have been on autopilot, but if I were then I think I would have done the pitstick as I got dressed like normal… *sigh*

Least I fit in with most of our clientèle Heh!!

 

The Drama Queen decided she needed to join th masses and dye her hair jet-black. She had beautiful golden hair and now it is black. And now I am finding it difficult to look at her without feeling like I want to cry.. cuz she doesn’t look like my baby anymore. The Mr.isn’t thrilled. When I told him it made me sad he reminds me that I was the one that told her it was ok. I am trying to do my best at picking my battles.. I decided this wasn’t one. The Mr.thinks it should have been… He now wonders what the next battle will be that she thinks she can win. All because I let her dye her hair. Ugh!