Dear Good Judgment,
I'm terribly disappointed in you. It's been a long time since you've failed me. Leg warmers, blue eyeliner, Zima, Quang... You've let me down more times than I care to admit. However, I thought you had grown up. Matured, really. I thought that I'd reached a point in my life where I wouldn't have to question you anymore.
Guess I was wrong.
This past year has been filled with numerous examples of your failure.
At what point did you become so lazy as to make it okay for us to put out for anyone that shows the ability to grill? What about taking on a dog that I CANNOT afford? How about the drunken text messages that you allow me to send? Jesus..the list goes on forever...
I can't even trust you with the little things anymore. I mean, where where YOU when I stuffed that too big comforter in my too small washing machine yesterday? Out to lunch? Getting a pedicure? Having inappropriate sex with inappropriate people? All I know is that YOU SUCK these days.
Shape up or ship out.
Tiffanie
2 comments:
i think that sex is one of those things that clouds the good judgment - so don't beat yourself up over it!! :( and YES pooches are expensive! :( you wouldn't think that a little food would be THAT big of a deal....but then there's the VET! UGH! :( but for what you get in return- they are so worth it! (like you haven't already realized this!!) :)
OUR washing machine still bears the scar of putting something (jute rug) in it that we should not have...NOW we have to babysit it during the spin cycle when we wash the way too big comforters or they will be ruined!(1 so far!)
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