Comments on: Whine About it Wednesday!

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By: Rhonda

Rhonda — Wed, 17 Jan 2007 21:55:36 +0000

You’re welcome. And no one will blame you if you snatch it away from him long enough to whack him with it.

By: Ginger

Ginger — Wed, 17 Jan 2007 21:37:29 +0000

Thanks, Rhonda. When everything is said and done that is his bag to carry.

By: Rhonda

Rhonda — Wed, 17 Jan 2007 18:32:39 +0000

Kimberly, I would love to go back to bed, too. Or take a hot bath…

Marilyn, I’m having office envy again. A futon wouldn’t fit in my little cave-like hole, I’m afraid.

Jen, I’m surprised your Girl still has teeth. I applaud your restraint.

Ginger, sounds like a bad situation. I’m so sorry.

By: Ginger

Ginger — Wed, 17 Jan 2007 15:21:56 +0000

Brrrrrrrrr, yep, it’s cold outside. Bring me back the 72 from the weekend, please, . My whine is the ex. Several calls from his house, but leaves no message. Thought it might me my son. Return the call and the ex is concerned about overpayment of child support money. No more and no less. I can keep any promises that I made verbally. Too bad he can’t keep one he made on written paper. May the Lord help him. So have a great but cold whiny Wednesday.

By: Jen

Jen — Wed, 17 Jan 2007 14:08:49 +0000

Yes, apparently it is too much to ask. I almost froze to death driving Girl to school because I was too dumb to grab a jacket and it was 28 degrees.

Oy, I’m ready for the whine. I start to blow-dry my hair this morning and said blow dryer is MIA. I look at Girl, who is busy using MY flat iron on her hair, and ask where it is. “I dunno.” “You had it last, I saw it downstairs.” “Well, I don’t know what I did with it.” She continues flat-ironing her hair. I count to 5. “Go find it.” “I’m busy and I don’t know what I did with it.” How about she’s about to be half-dead? “I need to dry my hair. You lost it. Go find it. Now.” She stomps back in with the blowdryer from the other bathroom. “Here. I don’t know why you didn’t just go get this one yourself.” Amazingly, she is still alive, albeit, banned from the computer for a week.

By: Marilyn

Marilyn — Wed, 17 Jan 2007 14:02:34 +0000

I have to crawl out and stay out — at least for a while. The decorator is coming over to talk about futons for my office. Yay! Maybe the thought of brightening up this room will warm my soul. And my body.

A girl can hope, can’t she?

By: Kimberly

Kimberly — Wed, 17 Jan 2007 13:35:22 +0000

I agree–it’s waaaay too cold. The bed is calling me back under the duvet where it’s warm.