I usually try and keep quiet about when things suck at work, which is oh...more often than not these days! I mean, who wants to hear my whine? Which resulted in the recent silence on the blog.

I don't know what parents think, y'all. About their kids. All I know is that Momma would've had me skinned and flayed had I pulled off half the shit that they did. If I make it to the end of the year? Alive? Party at my place.

I saw more vanittee plates this weekend. BADILLAC. and VAMP. I don't know what was meant by vamp, but it made me think of TRAMP. People please, stop the madness!

We went out on Saturday night, and I lost my camera. So no pictures. Because I took so many to share! I am THE SAD. But, we got to ride in a limo, so I was THE HAPPY about that. Limos! Shiny!Mostly just dancing and champagne. Word to the wise. If you have pictures of tits on your phone? Erase them, okay? Especially if they are not your girlfriend's. She will be THE PISSED if she finds them and it will take me 3 hours to talk her out of slapping your ass silly.

Dh's boss did a weird thing. I went to meet him at work on Saturday, and I was talking to dh, "Honey," I said. "Honey? HONEY? HONEY!" he mocked in that ultra super high female whiny voice that men reserve for annoying women and stormed out the door. Now. LET me EXPLAIN SOMETHING. I go there as a paying customer. I do not talk to dh, or dominate his attention. I do not need to be mocked by somebody who doesn't have the balls to fire the WORST WAITRESS in the history of WAITRESSING ever. I was really angered. I told dh I would never go back there. WTF, ASSHOLE? Dh said he was pissed off at the WWITHOWE, but why be a dick to me?

Dear Lord, Please let me make it through the week without any pissed off parents, wet pants (I swear I have a kid who watched Billy Madison and tries to reenact the pant wetting scene whenever he gets a chance.), or loss of electronics. Or sanity. I'd settle for preservation of sanity. Amen.