So, yeah, it's been a while. I am still knocking on death's door with some ungodly sickness and now my hot water heater has decided to take a crap. We're not even gonna mention a few other situations I've gotten myself into, so I have to say this......Seriously? What is the deal universe? Am I that awful of a person that you decided to bitch slap me several times in the short span of two weeks?
I hate to be a glass is half empty complainer (cause mainly I hate those types), but I am about to start taking some of this shit personally. I just want to stand on my roof top and scream at the top of my lungs. Well, maybe not the roof top because I'm scared of heights. Maybe the top of my car. Hell, maybe I'll just get under my car and let it run over me a few times. That ought to cure things.
Someone please rescue me! Send a paddywagon to the Bible Belt and look for the stark ravin' MAD housewife under a car. That will be me.