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Maybe you ought to count how many toes you REALLY have!
Jul 25, 2008 02:16AM
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Must be something in the drinking water lately. I went to my naturopath yesterday then decided to walk home. LONG way but I needed the excersise. I decided to stop into a shop and buy my Chateaux du Cardboard Rouge. 5 litres and wonderfully refreshing! The lady said, "Is that all sir?" I let it slide, she wasn't looking directly at me. I said, "Yes, thanks" She then asked, "Would you like a bag, sir?" Hmmmm, now I am miffed....."Yes, please." She bags the vino and hands it to me now looking at me, "Thanks, sir, have a great day" I stare at her in the eyes for a full 10 seconds. She gets uncomfortable.....I say, "I know I will have a great day, thank you" She then says, "Ok then sir, see you later'
What the F#5@%4%$5887656%$##$@23#@#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM WOMAN HEAR ME ROAR! I got a little upset walking home and very nearly cracked open the cask to suck down maybe a litre or two of red wine, but thought better of it. We are a tourist town and not allowed open anything of alcohol, plus I really don't need the tag of "There goes the alcho-lady!" So I sobbed a bit, darn near tripped over, so thought about it for a minute and thought...Hmmm this is not the first time I have been mistaken for a man.... My close friend's ex-girlfriend, whom I have never met saw a photo of me one day which my friend showed her, said, and I quote...."She looks like a bloke in drag" Sigh.......I know I am a little masculine in my ways, and this whole thyroid thing has aged me a little, but do I really look like a bloke? Maybe that's why my now ex-boyfriend doesn't want to be with me, worrying men think he is gay, when I am with him....who knows!
On a different note;---My teenage son this morning. Grrrrrrr...I was sooooooo dead tired from the walk yesterday I couldn't wake up. He growled that he had slept in! It was all my fault and why didn't I just get up and do the Mum thing? My friend who lives with me, told Child-who-is-now-out-of-the-will, that at one month of turning 15 is good enough to get himself up. Friend saying to not wake me, son saying I want her up! Verbal abuse ensued between two testosterone persons, I wake up and say,."Well, I am awake, happy now, both of you!" I explain to darling numbr 3 child that I am still not 100% well, and although I wanted to walk it knocks me out for a day or so. Friend says, "Your mum is still not well you know" Now child from hecks response...(oh you guys are gonna love this!)....
"She had the operation last year! She should be better now!"
Sigh....yes indeed, I should be better now...I must flagellate myself and push harder to be a better mother....NOT! Good grief Charlie Brown, if my own son can't figure it out, no wonder my family and friends can't either!
So, that cask of wine is calling me right now....not too early is it?
What the F#5@%4%$5887656%$##$@23#@#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM WOMAN HEAR ME ROAR! I got a little upset walking home and very nearly cracked open the cask to suck down maybe a litre or two of red wine, but thought better of it. We are a tourist town and not allowed open anything of alcohol, plus I really don't need the tag of "There goes the alcho-lady!" So I sobbed a bit, darn near tripped over, so thought about it for a minute and thought...Hmmm this is not the first time I have been mistaken for a man.... My close friend's ex-girlfriend, whom I have never met saw a photo of me one day which my friend showed her, said, and I quote...."She looks like a bloke in drag" Sigh.......I know I am a little masculine in my ways, and this whole thyroid thing has aged me a little, but do I really look like a bloke? Maybe that's why my now ex-boyfriend doesn't want to be with me, worrying men think he is gay, when I am with him....who knows!
On a different note;---My teenage son this morning. Grrrrrrr...I was sooooooo dead tired from the walk yesterday I couldn't wake up. He growled that he had slept in! It was all my fault and why didn't I just get up and do the Mum thing? My friend who lives with me, told Child-who-is-now-out-of-the-will, that at one month of turning 15 is good enough to get himself up. Friend saying to not wake me, son saying I want her up! Verbal abuse ensued between two testosterone persons, I wake up and say,."Well, I am awake, happy now, both of you!" I explain to darling numbr 3 child that I am still not 100% well, and although I wanted to walk it knocks me out for a day or so. Friend says, "Your mum is still not well you know" Now child from hecks response...(oh you guys are gonna love this!)....
"She had the operation last year! She should be better now!"
Sigh....yes indeed, I should be better now...I must flagellate myself and push harder to be a better mother....NOT! Good grief Charlie Brown, if my own son can't figure it out, no wonder my family and friends can't either!
So, that cask of wine is calling me right now....not too early is it?