Every day I feel a little closer to barfing. Eww eww eww. Dear God, just let it be at the house.
Category Archives: things that annoy me
b-b-but Sudafed was my friend and I loved him!
Remember I mentioned The Husband wasn’t feeling good last week? He had a hell of a cold. He slowly started to get better as the week went on and I thought, “Ha! I’m in the clear — I didn’t catch it!” Then Thursday morning rolled around and I woke up with the rawest of throats. […]
will I have any blood left when they’re done?
Today was More Bloodwork Day, but I didn’t mind. I’m one of those weird people who like to watch the needle go in my arm anyway. All the people at the OB’s office were extremely nice and helpful, and I was so grateful for that. They went ahead and scheduled a regular appointment with me […]
Hot Girlsâ„¢
When you go to the beach, you’re bound to see some scantily-clad flesh. For some people, what would be the point of a beachy retreat if you weren’t going to see some booty? Once when I was a kid a lady walked down the beach in an absolute thong. We are talking dental floss up […]
tunalicious
I come home and feed the kitties some lovely, more-expensive-than-necessary tuna and shrimp flavored cat food. Bon appetit. Five minutes later, Renton barfs his up right in the middle of the living room rug. Half the house has hardwood and he always shoots for the one spot of carpet. Now the living room has the […]
back so soon?
“Hey, Carrie — what’s going on with your website?” Over the past few months, this question would pop up from one of my friends every now and again — the server that was hosting my site seemed to be having more and more problems staying online. I had plans to switch but life always had […]
one of those times when I wish I had my camera with me
Driving up to work this morning and I notice the driver in front of me is fiddling with something. I look closer and she’s messing with her hair . . . with both hands. She’s putting large curlers in her hair with both hands while driving down the middle lane of 280. We’re not stopped […]
mortification personified
I took Renton to the vet today and ended up with the jolting experience of what it would be like to live in a Get Fuzzy cartoon. Renton was not only hissing, growling, and taking swipes at anybody daring to touch his person . . . oh no, this cat was foaming at the mouth. […]
‘a’ if true; ‘b’ if false; ‘c’ if essay needed
And now for a very rare horticulture rant. I had to take a test the other day so I can proclaim that the State of Alabama officially sanctions me to do my job. Apparently my degree from a land-grant state university isn’t enough, but I’ll not argue that point. I will say, however, that I […]
girly rant
I’m one of the first to tell you that I’m a clumsy person — always writing on my pants, door frames running into me, counter tops getting into my way, et cetera. I’m never without a bruise. Despite this I don’t really drop or break too many things. In the past year I’ve only dropped […]