Dashababy (my sister) said the lines add “character”

Personally…I think they make me look older than the 24 28 34 year old that I am.

I like this picture regardless of the lines and how my make up looks like I put it on in the 80’s.

This post is about me being a bitch. RAGING bitch yesterday. I just HAD.A.DAY.

Let’s start with bedrooms. Mine for starters. WHY does everything that doesn’t have a ‘place’ end up in MY room? and stuff…where the hell did all this STUFF come from? and clothes…I DON’T HAVE A DRESSER, but I HAVE CLOTHES.
You might be asking yourself why I have no dresser…let’s move on to the 13 year old’s rooms.
They have TWO dressers. BOTH ARE EMPTY! why? BECAUSE THE CLOTHES ARE ON THE FLOOR!
The little ones…why do we keep buying them toys? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? STOP THE MADNESS WITH THE TOYS.
The boy…oh don’t get me started on the boy. A couple of days ago he says, “I need to get my girlfriend a present. Take me to the mall.” Notice there is no QUESTION MARK at the end of that sentence. IT WAS A DEMAND.
After my eyebrows crawled out from my hair line and the head returned from the ‘OH HELL NO YOU DIDN’T JUST SAY THAT’ tilt it fell into…I decided I had to go to the mall anyway to get Alyx’s ears torn into with cute earrings.

I brought Shaun with me to the mall, because the mood I was in, there was a good shot that three of them might get left behind to find a way home with strangers.

The only saving grace to the trip to the mall is that Shaun picked up the neighbor’s kids. Chelsea and Andrew seem to balance out our 5 kids. If you’re already a moron enough to bring 5 kids to the malls, why not add two more?

“The Boy” who was, “The Man” because he has leg hair and is taller than everyone else in the family has gone back to being “The Boy” because he has decided to argue with me. He hasn’t figured out when he starts a conversation he thinks should go his way that when my eyebrows start raising, raising, raising and you can no longer see them on my forehead because they have crawled into my hairline and my lip starts twitching that he should just SHUT UP. He doesn’t though. He questions me….WHILE THE EYEBROWS ARE STILL MIA!
For example; his girlfriend of forever has a birthday coming up, he knows this. He gets some cash from his grandma for helping her out a bit. We go to the mall, he buys something and then asks me…AND I QUOTE, “Do you think I can some reimbursment for this?”
eyebrow twitch out of confusion, “I’m thinking she might kiss you, but I wouldn’t expect more than that.”
OH NO…silly me, he wanted me TO GIVE HIM THE MONEY HE SPENT ON HIS GIRLFRIEND’S PRESENT.

Now if I had given into this…she better have at least kissed me and least grabbed a boob.

BUT I DIDN’T. Because HELLO…SHE ISN’T MY GIRLFRIEND!

I said, “no. you still haven’t paid me back for all the other stuff I got you.” let me rephrase that, I said it in a tone that would suggest you better just stop talking.

He didn’t. He argued. EYEBROWS GONE. I looked at Shaun who was hiding behind the camera. I then looked to Chelsea, who is the boss of “The Boy” and all she did was SHRUG. She might have given him ‘THE LOOK’ she gives him because instead of arguing he decided to pout.

I went home and Shaun had Tivoed Amercian Idol. I BITCHED THE WHOLE DAMN WAY THROUGH.
“THEY SANG THAT ALREADY. YOUR HAIR LOOKS STUPID! BITE ME! IT SHOULD BE CHRIS UP THERE!”

I woke up this morning to “The Boy” asking me for his social security number so he could try to get a job at one of the stores around here. I have given him this number 3 times already.
He said, “Okay, well…just text it to me.”

I’m going to text him, 867-00-5309 or 666-66-6666.