You think it won't happen to you.
Then, in the middle of the morning, when he should be at work, your husband shows up at the park and you know.
He's lost his job.
At 10:05 a.m. I was still blissfully unaware.
By 10:33 I was sobbing like a child, hiding behind a tree, so that my children wouldn't see the seven stages of grief before lunchtime.
I have refrained from grabbing my keys and driving down to his ex-employer and screaming at them. "Don't you KNOW we have kids? And hospital bills? And that I work at a private school??!"
But I have chosen to be civilized and even offered my pain and fear to God.
But I guess it wouldn't hurt to have your prayers in our corner either.
I guess now I don't have much choice but to write that best-selling memoir.
You just have to promise to buy it.
And don't expect a discount.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Apologies and Such
It's been a whole week since I blogged and so I would like to make some swift yet sincere apologies, to you dear readers, because I know how much you rely on my blog to get you through your boring and mundane lives.
How am I doing so far?
On behalf of my MIL, who would like to apologize for loving me so much that she manipulated all of my time while she was here on vacation this last week, therefore preventing me from blogging in a timely manner. Sheez. Some people can be so clingy, you know?


*If you find your picture here, and you would like me to remove it because you have a gambling addiction and don't want your support group to find out you were at our party losing big money, contact me and we can work something out. For a price.*
How am I doing so far?
On behalf of my MIL, who would like to apologize for loving me so much that she manipulated all of my time while she was here on vacation this last week, therefore preventing me from blogging in a timely manner. Sheez. Some people can be so clingy, you know?
On behalf of my husband, who has to be so darn lovable that I just had to plan an extravagant Casino Night party to celebrate his 30th which again, prevented me from being a devoted blogger and providing you with the will to go on.
*If you find your picture here, and you would like me to remove it because you have a gambling addiction and don't want your support group to find out you were at our party losing big money, contact me and we can work something out. For a price.*
On behalf of my children, who are so freakin cute and cuddly that I chose them over you. I know. I am a monster.
On behalf of myself. Because I am on Spring Break and instead of drinking myself into a stuper and flashing the "Girls Gone Wild" film crew, I decided to really go all out and ignore my blogging responsibilites for a week.
Lucky for you I missed my blog too so tune in tomorrow for what will undoubtedly be more of the same crap.
You're Welcome.
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