Time again this week for my Public Service Announcements. For the good of mankind, don't ya know? :)
To the lady who is walking around with her sunglasses on her head: You are not chic. You are not even stylish. Ernesto is outside pissing on our heads, it's dark as pitch and you are worried about the sun shining in your eyes? (no she doesn't have a medical problem either, I discreetly inquired).
To Tropical Storm Ernesto: How about pack your shit up and get on out of town already. You are making it gloomy and me depressed. My hair looks like a limp dishrag and my umbrella is ready to go on strike.
To My Husbands Boss: How about knock the "coming in early" stuff off. How am I supposed to get a little bit in the morning if he is gone at the butt-crack of dawn. You are impeding my lovelife and I don't like it.
I'm just too tired to bitch anymore. Imagine that.
Too Salty for my Own Good
8 years ago


























