If I were a cocktail my recipe would be...1 part wife, 3 parts mother, 1 part working bee with a dash of sass and a sprinkle of moxie. Shake and serve with a salt rim to cut the sweetness.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
*Caution PMS Rant Zone*
You
know what gets stuck in my craw? Women...no...girls...that claim to be
involved Mothers. Yet, their parents raise their children, which makes
ZERO sense to me because a certain number of them do not even work, and
they post photos of their new hair color, new clothing, flawless makeup.
Well, you know what a Mother looks like in my house? Woke up at 4:45 from
the never ending Family Guy "Mama, Momma, Mama, Momma....x3,238"
bellowing out of Baby Boy's room. Showering...personal hygiene...a half
assed blow dry that singed my hair as the curling iron hit it....then
there came the makeup. Oy...L'Oreal promises "Now, get the intense look
and luxurious feel of a liquid liner with the easy application and
precision of a pencil with L'Oreal's Extra-Intense Liquid Pencil
Eyeliner ..." LIAR! BIG FAT LIAR! I looked like a tranny after my shaky
hands applied it, now on the 2,458,923rd "MOMMA!"....and getting
dressed. Yeah a big FU goes out to my closet this morning. You sneaky
shrinking bastards. As I left the house I didn't even bother to put a
coat on even though it is 10 degrees out. If I made it through getting
ready and not dying....a little cold air aint got nothing on me!
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