Oh my hell on earth. My mother in law is making preparations to move here. Her health has never been the best, and recently has been taking a nose dive. While she will never admit it, I think she realizes that her daughter will never be much (if any) help to her, and if she wants any chance of having care in her old age, she is going to have to rely on us. I've known for years that this would fall on us, but now that the time is here - I'm a little freaked out about it.





Oh no, Winnie! I'm so sorry. I have to admit to being pretty freaked when the MIL thing cropped up for me a few weeks ago. Thankfully... heh, that seems to have worked itself out on its own. (Please don't hate me for being so evil)

Right now I have a splitting headache. My husband and I aren't speaking and everyone has been walking on eggshells around him for most of the week. Last night I finally blew a fuse. I'd tried and tried to just pacify, ignore, step around, do my own thing, etc. but, I finally blew - then that gave him exactly what he wanted, an excuse to blow up and disappear for a few hours. He went fishing after work on Monday, keeps fishing gear in his work truck so he can duck off after work whenever he wants - and yet still manages to act as if he is the most put upon human being in the house. Poor baby. Must be nice to check out whenever you feel like it. I'd try it sometime but then again, I'm a MOM and RESPONSIBLE, plus I actually give a shit about how my kids would fare without me. Today I really, really hate men.



Holy shit, Winnie...that sucks a bag of dicks. And Charlotte, I'd love to take S.O., hold his face in my hands so he was looking at me and tell him in a super-slow manner how he's being such a douche. Sheesh.

For the second time in Friday Bitch history - I'm basically bitchless. I could find something to whine about but you all have bigger fish to fry.

I'll be sending MILs and husbands from coast to coast thoughtbeams as I go to sleep tonight. I'll throw in some exwife thoughtbeams too. My radar is always on for her.

Ladies, I say we toss in the towel for the week, and get shitfaced.

I am so damn tired, I can't see straight. My eyes hurt, my back hurts, and I still can't find the right medical stats if it meant my life. Which it doesn't, just my livlihood.

I am seriously considering doing porn. Becoming a cam girl, with all the trappings. So, not really seriously thinking about it, but fuck it all, I'm sick of being broke and scraping by each week so I can save money. I like saving money, don't get me wrong, but I want to be able to take myself out to dinner or go out for a few drinks now and again.

Sunday is the SuperBowl, and instead of a party, I'm going to walk myself to the bar and sit and have a beer while watching the game. I would rather be at a party with my friends, and know that the conversation going on next to me isn't someone who is considering what to tell their neighbor about what "that new girl" is doing.

And to the fucktard who thought I was stuck up simply because I happen to speak well and I know what those big words mean, kiss the fattest part of my glow-in-the-dark-pale American ass. Those of us who actually got that dere edamacation and, you know, USE IT, are merely higher up the food chain than a simple creature such as yourself, so do us a favor, and choke on your cavity-ridden teeth and save us from having to deal with you.