Monday, March 28, 2011
Fuckety fuck fuck FUCK!
Some weeks, I think we are just not meant to get out of bed. I mean, it would be so much easier if I was a bear and could just hibernate.
Among other things, I went dress shopping for an event we have at work.
Foolishly, I tried on a babydoll dress (do those look good on anyone?) and my boobs didn't fit into the boob section. Complaining to a friend, she looked at me point blank and said, "You're surprised?"
I sent out a somewhat bitchy e-mail to one person - and it accidentally went to the entire Yahoo group. Fuck.
Oh yeah - about that event - it's a formal luncheon for about 300. An RSVP was required. I have given the numbers to the caterer and they have ordered the food.
Does this stop me from getting the following questions? (I'll give you three guesses.)
"But I meant to RSVP." (Too fucking bad.)
"Can't I just stand in the back and not eat?" (No, because of fire code.)
"Really?" (No, I just made that up to piss you off.)
"But isn't there anything else you can do?" (Yes, but I didn't want to tell you during these last five minutes, I just wanted to hear you whine.)
And no, the lolcat has nothing to do with this post...I just thought it was funny.