Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Bitchfest stew.

Chop up some morning grumpiness. Toss in cold snowy ice all over the car and some thirty minutes late because of it. Blend in a little boss on your ass because his boss is on his ass, fold in some snide colleague comments until pissed off. Beat it with an ass-kicking workout mixed with asthma, followed by a soggy gnarly lunch sandwich. Top it all off with some insane tummy gurgles and a piercing headache.

Bitchfest stew.

It's so not cool to be me today.


At 6:36 PM, Anonymous Kath said...

Am having a beer for you as I type...feel better sweetie!

At 7:04 PM, Blogger hotdrwife said...

I hate, hate, hate those days. Hope tomorrow is better! Feel better, too.

At 11:45 AM, Blogger Hubs said...

sounds like a recipe for disaster.


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