Picking shit with the chickens
Well color me shocked. Not that somebunny and I don’t have any plans tonight, but that my day has been excuse-free.
Of course, he DID hedge by saying he was doing Raggedy Ass’ bidding today, although I would say the task should have taken no more than an hour.
But oh well. Seriously, color me UN-surprised about that. Never met somebody so enamored by the assholes from the past. Seriously, I have yet to hear one story that paints either of ’em in a light that would make their fake hair colors, bitchy and demanding demanors, and crust-filled wrinkles look good.
Of course, my immediate reaction to this picture (other than WANTING TO SHARE IT WITH THE WORLD) was that the best answer to bitches who can’t count is to subtract yourself from the equation and let them COUNT YOU OUT. Because, really, if that’s where else he spends his time, why distract him with what he could have had when he’s clearly happy picking shit with the chickens?
Anywyay, it’s OK. I’ve been at work all day. I’m exactly halfway done with my project, which considering that I’ve been here seven hours, that isn’t good. 🙂 I’m just bummed because I wanted to go to the event myself, and it’s nearby, but there ain’t no way in hades that I’m going to pull this together in time.
Hey, I’m just happy to be among the land of the employed, is all. Life? Events? Rest for the wicked? Puh-leeze. You all have known me for a decade. When on earth has any of that ever been on the docket? 😀