Woe Is Mom
Zomg! Life is freakin’ hard. Like right now, I’m getting ready for my friends’ rehearsal dinner and I still have to brush my hair, put on my dress, open the hotel room door, take the elevator to the lobby and walk three whole blocks to the restaurant. OH AND NOT TO MENTION, finish this beer that I just opened. That’s a humoungus task in itself!
I have a plan, I’m going to Facebook about it for a while, then implement a strategy that will somehow get me ready in time (even though I only have like 30 minutes…no breathing time at all, really). Maybe if I hadn’t opened this beer I would be able to do everything faster, but like always, I am now running super behind because I can’t drink a beer and brush my hair at the same time. So I’m probably gonna look like shit… again, like always… because I have way too much to do. SHIT!
(submitted by Anonymous)