Merry Christmas Everyone!

Why the fuck were they filling potholes on War Memorial this morning?

Why the fuck doesn’t Kmart sell crotch socks (men’s tube socks that go above the knee for those who don’t know)?

Why the fuck did the city make this new snow plan?

Why the fuck doesn’t Walmart have beer on tap to make dealing with the asshats easier?

Why the fuck does it always look like a bomb went off in Big Lots?

Why the fuck can’t you buy orange juice, milk, and cereal at Kroger on Wisconsin without them assuming you are on WIC?

Why the fuck does the Kroger on Wisconsin have condoms, pregnancy tests and Axe body spray under lock and key at the pharmacy? Maybe if they unlocked the condoms there would be no need for the pregnancy test!

Why the fuck did I have to listen to my cashier’s weight loss testimonial when there was a line accumulating behind me?

Why the fuck did District 150 have to have a teachers institute tomorrow? Don’t they realize that I’m already going to be spending 2 PMS fueled weeks with my children?

Why the fuck did someone else agree to marry Drew Peterson? Start writing your will and digging your grave now, honey.

Why the fuck do I have strange, vivid dreams every single night? It is no wonder I am worn out all the time.

Why the fuck does Christmas have to be next week? Can’t we delay it a month? I’m sure I’d be more prepared then.

I think I have it out of my system for the time being.

We went out and did massive amounts of errand running and ended up with lots of snack foods because I was shopping hungry. My youngest asked about New Year’s Eve while we were shopping. I told him we had lots of snack food and unless we end up going somewhere we would just stay up and eat that stuff. He then asked where he and his brothers would be if Mom and Dad had somewhere to go. I told him they would go to Grandma’s and then he said “You suck.” Thanks son and I love you too!

If I don’t get a chance to post before then have a safe and happy New Year!!

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me a mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me two members of No Love and a mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me three pitbulls in a pen, two members of No Love and a mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me four spinning rims, three pitbulls in a pen, two members of No Love and a mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me five fights over bling, four spinning rims, three pitbulls in a pen, two members of No Love and a mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me six prostitutes charging $20 a laying, five fights over bling, four spinning rims, three pitbulls in a pen, two members of No Love and mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me seven slumlords rent collecting, six prostitutes charging $20 a laying, five fights over bling, four spinning rims, three pitbulls in a pen, two members of No Love and a mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me eight neighbors drinking, seven slumlords rent collecting, six prostitutes charging $20 a laying, five fights over bling, four spinning rims, three pitbulls in a pen, two members of No Love and a mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me nine rats scurrying, eight neighbors drinking, seven slumlords rent collecting, six prostitutes charging $20 a laying, five fights over bling, four spinning rims, three pitbulls in a pen, two members of No Love and a mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me ten developers wheeling and dealing, nine rats scurrying, eight neighbors drinking, seven slumlords rent collecting, six prostitutes charging $20 a laying, five fights over bling, four spinning rims, three pitbulls in a pen, two members of No Love and a mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me eleven crack pipes piping, ten developers wheeling and dealing, nine rats scurrying, eight neighbors drinking, seven slumlords rent collecting, six prostitutes charging $20 a laying, five fights over bling, four spinning rims, three pitbulls in a pen, two members of No Love and a mob of kids in the middle of the street.

On the twelveth day of Christmas my true love gave to me twelve cars a thumpin’, eleven crack pipes piping, ten developers wheeling and dealing, nine rats scurrying, eight neighbors drinking, seven slumlords rent collecting, six prostitutes charging $20 a laying, five fights over bling, four spinning rims, three pitbulls in a pen, two members of No Love and a mob of kids in the middle of the street.