Is SST still a thing? Does this count? I was so sad...I had a bag of twisters. Utni left them at work. Only candy in the house was this. Better than nothing, I suppose.

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Is SST still a thing? Does this count? I was so sad...I had a bag of twisters. Utni left them at work. Only candy in the house was this. Better than nothing, I suppose.
Pick my shirt! The theme of the event is Denim and Diamonds. I'm wearing blue skinny jeans and flats. I am fashion clueless.
I've done squats, sit-ups, and planks three nights in a row! Trust me, that's damn impressive for me. Work had been hell this week, so I've been trying to throw the frustration and energy into my workout. It ends up being a very calming experience.
I need to take better care of myself. Big time.
I hate country music, unless it's Waylon, Willie, or Johnny. I'm going to Nashville for a Perfectly Posh convention next week.
Am I going to survive??
You know, I'm all "my make-up is on point and my hair looks decent. Imma take a selfie!" 20 tries later and this is the best I get. Wtf? Looking through them all, I see what the problem is. I don't have a smile in me today. Not one genuine smile. So much going through my mind that I can't muster even a real smirk...just this fake one. Oh well. At least the makeup and hair look alright.
If three or more photos of my face show up all of a sudden, I apologize. I can't upload a photo worth a damn today. Connection is giving me shit. Maybe it's trying to tell me something.
Somewhere in this house is a man that I vaguely recall sleeping next to me at some point.
The one night we get to sleep in the same bed during his shitty work schedule, and he's on the couch gaming. I just yelled at him to shut the fuck up because he woke me up with his loud ass voice.
Things don't change, people. Habits don't change.
He's supposed to take my kid birthday shopping tomorrow. He better fucking sleep at some point. If he tries to get out of that, I'm going to kick him in the nads so hard that his 2 grown kids are going to feel it.
Damn, I'm grouchy.
Not sure who is capable of a bigger fit...the 17 year old with Autism or the 40 year old with Dickhead Syndrome. This morning, I'm thinking the older one. I detest weekends when we're all home together.
Fuck everyone.
Some days you just want to kick a bitch straight in the vagina. Today is one of those days. I haven't seen her yet. Lucky for her.
It has been a long damn time since I've come across someone personally that I wanted to crotch kick and throat punch, but now I find myself working in the same building with such a person. It is taking EVERYTHING in me to keep my cool when I see her at work. This Mama Bear is in Grizzly mode, bitches, and if she fucks with my cub, in going to rip her empty head off and shove it up her fat ass.
I NEVER get this riled up, but I find myself loathing this woman with every inch of my being.
I am going to let Karma take the wheel on this one, though. It's only a matter of time...I may help it along just a tad.
Because some days just call for it. #bloodymary #spicy #cheers
I freaking hate giving back rubs and massages. Like, HATE IT. I suck at it and do not like doing it, but I do it anyway. Otherwise, he'll go see the masseuse that he used to fuck because she's good at her masseuse job. I told him no fucking way. So now I'm stuck giving backrubs.
Fucking backrubs.
Me before a crazy day at work 😊
I think my boys could have rocked this sport if it existed around these parts. Kind of surprising. Wasn't it invented by Native Americans? I think it was the East Coast tribes, though. Anyway, it was always fun to play and watch.
When you get really pissed off at your SO and storm off through the house, then you accidentally step on one of your dog's squeaky toys. It kind of just ruins the moment doesn't it??
I have some pretty amazing t-shirts. Here's my new fave.
It's almost freaking 9pm...
...and we're just know taking his dad to dinner. I am way too old to go out and eat this late.