And I've gotta take my sonofabitching laptop back to the store because, to put it mildly, it is complete toast. I've been limping along with it for a couple of weeks (when it freezes we'll slap the hell outta it but that's not working so well anymore.) and it's time for it to go to computer heaven. Or at least get fixed.
Dear BigBrother,Ah, speaking of the children...
If you turn the dryer OFF to take some clothes out - please, fortheloveofpete, turn it back ON when you're done. Because if you don't, the things that I tossed in there to "iron" will get all wrinkly again and I'll have to wait for it to get the wrinkles back out. And you are on crack if you think I'm gonna really iron a t-shirt at this hour.
Thanking you in advance,
Your not too wicked stepmother
I had the most unsettling dream last night. I dreamt that I left Sweety because I got on to LittleBrother for talking back to me and Sweety told me if I ever embarrassed LB again (even if he deserved it) that I'd be in trouble. So I loaded myself onto my motorized tricycle (weird because I've never ever ridden a tricycle) and putted away at about 7 miles per hour. And ended up living in an abandoned house, watching Sweety's house with binoculars and waiting for the proper time to unleash revenge upon his household. His household that included a new, pretty, subservient little wife (who was Japanese). Then my alarm went off. Have you ever been pissed off when waking from a dream? If Sweety'd called me when I was waking up I'd have probably found something to bitch at him about.
I think I know why I had the dream. Last night while we were in bed and just talking crazy, Sweety said that he's smacked Tiny dog with a brick (a decorative brick that is around the flowerbed at the end of the driveway that I have a problem with driving over) after seeing me drive over the flower bed. So I waited a few minutes and told him that I was going to make LB cry before school this morning to avenge Tiny's abuse. For the record, I did not make a child cry this morning and Sweety did not hit Tiny with a brick. Sweety was offended that I'd even say such a thing. He thinks that animal cruelty and picking on a 10 year old are like comparing apples and oranges. I don't. At least LB could run if I came after him with a brick or started yelling at him. I think that people who abuse kids or animals pull from the same well of fuckeduppedness.
Well, I think the dryer is finished ironing for me. Better get my clothes and get the day started.