Wait a minute. Have I already posted this? Is it that time of the month again already? Shit. I feel really yucky (for lack of a better word) today. The shingles seems to be getting a lot better, but maybe I've just been distracted by the pain in my freakin' mouth. I had to have a filling replaced yesterday because it was damaged and hurting like the devil. Now my cheek is bruised and my tooth is sore. Does it ever end? Jesus. I think the evil Pitch Forks have cursed me for revealing their wicked ways. (btw, the Mister is not a pitch fork, sorry honey for publicly embarrassing you)
Blah, blah, blah.
If I was an old horse they would probably just shoot me to get me out of everyone's misery.
If I said, 'mmm, I'd love to sniff your pits.' What would you do?
Oh, yeah, sorry Tayster, I forgot to give you the 50 Hoe Points for getting the Urban Cowboy quote. So here you go! I can't remember the exact lines from the movie, but Bud and Pam have an exchange about if he's a real cowboy and 'all that implies.' I just like that.
What else have I forgotten to do?
Today is my dad's birthday. The Hoe-lings and I are taking him out to eat later. I hope my mouth isn't hurting so much by then.
I'm complaining a lot. Sorry about that. I know I apologize too much. It's a lifelong habit. I always try to avoid conflict so I take the blame for everything to keep the peace. It's not healthy. But knowing that doesn't stop me. It's annoying to all of us. But don't you know that everything IS my fault? I'm God. (LOL) That makes me think of the Madonna song Ray of Light.
"Got herself a universe,
For the call of thunder
No, I really don't have delusions of grandeur. I'm just a lowly Hoe.