Yep. You got it- its Rant Wednesday...and it couldn't come at a better time. Does anyone else say Wed-nes-day, when they are trying to type/write it? No? Ohhh okay, sure you don't.
Rant-it-out:
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Know these guys? Well I am sick of them. And their stupid nozzle noses that suck on me and make me itch like a youknowwhat. I was outside for 2.2 minutes and have 6 new bites. Really?! |
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Insert Rude people. Am I wrong or are they everywhere? Literally. You might even want to check under your bed. |
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I.despise.you. Not you- the laundry. And not just any laundry. The laundry that comes out of the dryer that expects to be put into a new home, nicely folded and tucked in. Ha laundry. How about I let you sit in your basket for a WHOLE week before I even look at you? Nice husband who complainsunderhisbreathaboutwrinkles doesn't say anything about it. Smart man. |
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No, I am not ranting against the bright invention of the dishwasher. What I want to know is who dropped the ball when it came to also inventing the matching put-er-away-er that should come as an accessory to said dishwasher? Where is my Rosie from the Jetsons? I see the "I'm Clean!" light glaring at me from the panel on the dishwasher. Maybe it should be friends with the laundry basket who still holds the clothes? |
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This actually happened this morning. 2 rolls, side by side...empty. No toidy paper anywhere. Seriously? {I had to post this for my friend LC- who admitted to this criminal act and got a smack on the hand. I kid, I kid. But not really.} Take a minute, replace the paper. The person after you who is stuck with their pants around their ankles will thank you. |
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This is actually someone I would like my hubsy to meet. For whatever reason he has trouble becoming friends with this guy- we'll call him Hampie- and the clothes end up in a pile, in front of the hamper. We're working on this. H- are you reading? Wait, you don't even know that I blog? Oh.
Well there you have it. I am officially out of rants. But don't worry- there is only 6 days between Rant Wednesday's so I promise I'll be back with more! What about you? Do you have Rants that you need to talk about?
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