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Friday, September 01, 2006

Where I will NOT be spending my remaining Friday nights

You guessed it, the football games. I mistakenly thought I was done with this small town entertainment when the girl graduated, but the boy, in a move very odd for him, is playing football. I am happy for the hubs that he gets to see his son dressed out for the game. A sort of passing of the torch, if you will. And that's great. And I fully intended to attend the games with the hubs that he was able to attend considering his schedule.

Um, that won't be the case. Why should I? The bugs are enormous. One the size of my head landed on this lady's leg behind me. That was too close for comfort right there. The girl gave me this pitiful ass wave when she sauntered past me after speaking to her dad and ignoring me. I said "hey" and called that a day. I have to look at/breathe the same air as/examine the camel toe of/boil with hatred for the ex-bitch while I am there. And if we get down to brass tacks, the boy could not give 2 shits if I am there or not. If we REALLY wanna get technical, he could care less if I cease breathing. So what exactly am I putting forth the effort for?

Well, the answer to that was GOING TO BE for the hubs. But ya know what, sorry, but no. He did not do anything. I am not mad at him and this is not retaliation. I am just miserable when I am in their presence. Their disdain for me and my life downright drips. All I can do is try to live my life and be happy and enjoy my life with the hubs. His time with his kids (wherein they ignore him as well) is his time. He can choose to spend as much or as little time with them as he likes.

But this bitch, THIS BITCH RIGHT HERE, nope, she will be far far away in a bugless, camel toe free environment. And that, bitches, is a fine evening right there.

Elizabeth at 10:26 PM



at 2:26 AM Blogger Kami said...

What in the hell is their fucking problem? And when will your husband grow some balls and tell them to act right? This shit is pissing me off!

at 4:21 AM Blogger Football Widow said...

I will be seeing enough Friday night football for everyone. That family stuff sucks though.

at 8:54 AM Blogger Dixie said...

I don't blame you! I wouldn't subject my self to that shit either.

I have to disagree with you on the being mad at the hubs thing though. At the very least, he should tell his kids to give the woman he loves some respect and be polite. Wether they actually do it or not, at least HE showed you some respect by standing up for you.

I'm a busy body, can you tell?

at 11:18 AM Blogger TBG said...

Good for you, I would not be going either there really is no need especially when you go they dont care. It is the hubs kids and he should be the one to support them.

I am glad you are taking a stand enjoy your camel toe bug free house!

at 8:26 PM Blogger Tammy said...

They can suck it. Camel toe and all.

at 11:22 PM Blogger Pissy Britches said...

Right on sister.
You stay away from that camel toe...

at 10:59 PM Blogger evansmommy said...

Say it, Bee-otch!


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