
Today I have an appointment with the eye dr. I believe it was Shell over at Adventures in Atlanta who had posted about tearing her last contact lens. If it was her I blame her if not...so sorry. The other morning I was putting my contacts in and I noticed that one was torn. SO I had to put in my very last pair while screaming "ASS NUGGET"! Which caused my husband to look at me as if I just told him we were pregnant...again.
I am so full of good ideas today. I'm thinking of starting a gang. I don't know what we will stand for but I can promise you the name will contain the words "skanks and bitches" (yes this is the terrible mood I am in today)
I asked my husband to make me breakfast. He brought me 1/2 of a piece of toast. WTH? again this is why I need the gang. I would make the call and he'd be forced to straighten out. Cuz that's how we roll.