Pardon my French
All I want in life are 130 effing Clear, Adhesive, 5mm rhinestones and 130 effing postcard stamps in the new value. Is that too much to ask for? Apparently so. How can the post office not know when they are getting the new stamps in?
I cried in the post office. Not in front of the worker, but as I was leaving. I also cried in Michael's when I saw that they had the exact rhinestones that I need, but not in clear. They had them in red, pink, purple, blue, green, but no clear. I also cried yesterday, twice at work and once when i got home. And once on Sunday. And I almost cried on Saturday when my parents were being crappy. And, and , and....
Our RSVP POSTcards will have a forever stamp on them. I do not care that we will be wasting money on the extra postage. It is either that, or have 2 stamps on them, or buy photo stamps which you CAN buy in the new value. And I am not paying $14 for 20 postcard photo stamps. No sir.
I would like to also complain about how I hate my life at work right now. About how at least one of my co-workers believes that it is his/her sole mission to make my life a living hell. (congratulations you are succeeding) About how this has gone on for so long now that I just do not even care about pretending to be okay anymore. About how I now tell anyone at work that inquires how unhappy I am here. About how everyday I don't think that I will make it to the end of the day. Oh yes, how I would love to complain about all of those things, but I won't.
I am very thankful that the next several weekends are completely free! I am so excited to do nothing. In all reality, I'm sure I'll do something, but it's so nice to know that I don't HAVE to do anything! I need to work on painting and fixing up the bathroom a little. Maybe that's what I'll do this weekend. Or we'll work in the yard. It's supposed to be really nice!
Oh, last weekend we had our last pre marital counseling session. He brought up S-E-X. He said the phrase "sexually active" at least once. My face was surely red. He told us that "men are like microwaves and women are like crockpots" Haha!! He also said a lot of other stuff of which I was unsure whether to laugh or to crawl into a hole. Anyhow, it's over and I am very happy.
I cried in the post office. Not in front of the worker, but as I was leaving. I also cried in Michael's when I saw that they had the exact rhinestones that I need, but not in clear. They had them in red, pink, purple, blue, green, but no clear. I also cried yesterday, twice at work and once when i got home. And once on Sunday. And I almost cried on Saturday when my parents were being crappy. And, and , and....
Our RSVP POSTcards will have a forever stamp on them. I do not care that we will be wasting money on the extra postage. It is either that, or have 2 stamps on them, or buy photo stamps which you CAN buy in the new value. And I am not paying $14 for 20 postcard photo stamps. No sir.
I would like to also complain about how I hate my life at work right now. About how at least one of my co-workers believes that it is his/her sole mission to make my life a living hell. (congratulations you are succeeding) About how this has gone on for so long now that I just do not even care about pretending to be okay anymore. About how I now tell anyone at work that inquires how unhappy I am here. About how everyday I don't think that I will make it to the end of the day. Oh yes, how I would love to complain about all of those things, but I won't.
I am very thankful that the next several weekends are completely free! I am so excited to do nothing. In all reality, I'm sure I'll do something, but it's so nice to know that I don't HAVE to do anything! I need to work on painting and fixing up the bathroom a little. Maybe that's what I'll do this weekend. Or we'll work in the yard. It's supposed to be really nice!
Oh, last weekend we had our last pre marital counseling session. He brought up S-E-X. He said the phrase "sexually active" at least once. My face was surely red. He told us that "men are like microwaves and women are like crockpots" Haha!! He also said a lot of other stuff of which I was unsure whether to laugh or to crawl into a hole. Anyhow, it's over and I am very happy.
posted by Ashley at
1:17 PM
3 Comments:
Ok the crock pot thing made me laugh out loud! That.is.awesome. I'm sorry your job is craptastic. Icks. I hated life at the firm and finally someone asked me "Do you even want to be here" and I responded (to my surprise) "Nope." haha.. So, I understand. Crying is a good release for all the other jazz. It'll keep you from blowing up! Plus, crying at Michael's likely confuses people. Do it more and start shouting "It's jsut not fair!" on your way out or something. :) It seems like when I unleash the flood gates on tears, I cant stop. Like cry every day about something. We're chicks. It's what we do. Whatev. :) XOXO.
Haha, thanks :) I DID think about stomping my foot while crying in both Michael's and in the post office, but I figured that it wouldn't help me get what I want anyways! :) (and for the record, I probably WOULD have done so if it meant that I would have gotten what I wanted, I am that desperate!)
Uhhhh so your not "sexually active" are you? Because you shouldn't be since your not married yet. I've got my eye on you.
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