Well well well, it seems that my dear old cousin Effie was quite the hit yesterday, hmm? I really don’t intend giving her more airtime than she already got. This is MY blog, not hers 😉 And she just loves to mouth off about me, hey? But she served her purpose yesterday. So ….FENK YOU EFFIE!!! My beste kazzie 😉
I see some more changes on the blogs, nevermind that it took me FOREVER to log in. I guess formatting changes are more important than server availability, right? I’m sure Rooikat will be pleased
This is actually a rant post
I am sure you – my blog friends – know me relatively well by now. So if I look knorrig (like this)
I’m sure you know you should stay away? Right? Ri-ight. You do.
Not Boo. That means Boo is blind, huh? Ok, don’t answer that question.
On occasion I get home and I am just not in the fucking mood. In other words – DON’T! JUST DON’T!!!
Don’t open your mouth, don’t look at me, don’t ask me how I am, or if they fixed the car “nicely” and if I managed to do this and that, yadayada. JUST FUCKING DON’T.
And because men are obtuse, I make it easy. I actually spell it out “Hi, I’m not in the mood, can you leave me alone for a bit?”
Isn’t that thoughtful? Apparently NOT! He insists on buzzing around me like a bloody fly. Or Bee. Whatever’s most irritating. Take your pick. And then he has the nerve to go all sulky because I’m being a bitch? He just loves scratching where there ain’t no itch…
And I ask – how long have we been living together again? So when are you going to just give me my space when I fuckingwell ASK for it?
He didn’t like that. He’s sulking.
And I’m happy
Have a fab day all