Oh, My, Goodness. This has been a week. Where do I begin, to tell the story of what.....oops, wrong song. Hooking up with Christy and Boobies, because, well, you see, I have a few things to get off my chest.
Speak of a freaking wet week. Frack you mother nature. I recorded this video yesterday because we were on our 3rd straight day of rain. No end in sight. Don't worry, Mr. Dazee already knows I'm a wack job. I did warn him I was going to do it. Just don't watch it honey.
Notice how well you can see the road and the other drivers. What? You can't. Yeah, say it with me, Dumb A motorcycle dude. What the frack was he thinking?
Now for the non weather related news of the week.
I need to give myself a big ole frack you for opening mouth, inserting foot award.
My mouth DOES NOT listen to my brain. Or better yet, my brain is super mad at my mouth, because it doesn't tell it to not say EVERY, FREAKING, THING that is on my mind. I want to give a big ole apology to my kids, their spouses, and my grandkids for talking about my funeral. I will just put it all on a word document so they can find it at the appropriate time. And ouch, my teeth are digging a big ole hole in my tongue now. They are trying to help the brain/mouth fight.
I got this new chair at work.
Yes, it's one of those cool, mesh, make my back feel good kind of chairs. One thing you need to know. Think of it as a Dazee Public Service Announcement.
Do not, I repeat, DO NOT, fart while sitting in this chair.
It does not hide any "signs" of what you just did. If you do let one rip, by all means, pray with all your might that someone does not come into your office before the room clears out. You're welcome.
Lastly, but certainly not leastly (its a word, I consulted Dazee Dictionary), I am hereby going to prove to all of you that thought I was a devil woman, that you thought right.
Horns and all. :)