Don't ever buy cheap garbage bags. I spent 20 maddening minutes trying to open one. Without success.
I'm about to go in the back yard and set the whole box on fire. And then I'll call the cops and report a hate crime. Because I hate cheap shit. And I hate cops (at least fat-ass apathetic ones like the loser who refused to investigate the shallow grave in my back yard.)
Damn. I'm sounding like a lunatic. I'll continue to blame it on the heat. The rare and elusive part to my state of the art HVAC system won't be here until tomorrow, and my brain is swelling. I'm feeling vengeful. On so many levels.
Thank God for blogging.
Welcome to my world!
My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...