80 Posts and counting – Go Me!
So I locked Mr AzzHat out of the house.
Er uh, that should have read Mr. Man. (Mrs. Cleaver warned him she wasn’t taking his crap. Yet there he went, crap tossing in the Cleaver house- so now he’s locked out. Ha.
Oh yes, momma feels like a badazz right now. (If it weren’t for the appointment he has, it would just be that much sweeter. Grr)
So I was reading PeasInMyHair, and I totally will cop to a nano second of jealousy. But then it hit me, if I were that happy with Mr. Man, where would that leave me, and this blog, and us? Dear Readers, I promise to never truly get along with Mr Man for you! (Not because he pizzes me off as a To Do on his list every day, really it’s for you, and us, and this blog.) So, you know after thismuch soul searching, I decided to make that promise. ^
Yeah, the happiness rocks when two people are in love.
I rock when I have someone to bitch about continually. hehe
Although that sentence makes me wonder, after a year can I still blame my hormones? No? Damn. Oh well, I guess I just have to admit, I still just don’t like him very much huh?
For now this is all. I’ll be back theoretically in a bit.