Do you remember
Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day? Well, It’s been like Ms. Snarker and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week here these last few days. I’m not looking for sympathy, just to bitch since it’s pretty much my only recourse. In fact, I’ve gotten so good at bitching, I’m thinking about turning pro. A recap of my THNGVBW: my grandmother died (she was 93, it was expected and very peaceful, but still – of course – very sad); my DSL is still down and won’t be back until Monday at the earliest (hence all the posting irregularity of late); my car wouldn’t start and had to be towed to the shop (luckily it just needed a new battery) and my company’s new health insurance plan will cost me an extra $200 a month (and the coverage is crappier, too – of course). Gosh, I feel fantastic. I think I deserve a little Cate Blanchett today, don’t you? (
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She is almost exquisite enough to make me forget that I hate the world. Almost.
p.s. I don’t care what that magazine cover says, I am not over the F-word. In fact, I’ve been using it liberally all week. That and shaking my fists at the sky.
Do you remember Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day? Well, It’s been like Ms. Snarker and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week here these last few days. I’m not looking for sympathy, just to bitch since it’s pretty much my only recourse. In fact, I’ve gotten so good at bitching, I’m thinking about turning pro. A recap of my THNGVBW: my grandmother died (she was 93, it was expected and very peaceful, but still – of course – very sad); my DSL is still down and won’t be back until Monday at the earliest (hence all the posting irregularity of late); my car wouldn’t start and had to be towed to the shop (luckily it just needed a new battery) and my company’s new health insurance plan will cost me an extra $200 a month (and the coverage is crappier, too – of course). Gosh, I feel fantastic. I think I deserve a little Cate Blanchett today, don’t you? (Click any and all to enlarge.)
She is almost exquisite enough to make me forget that I hate the world. Almost.
p.s. I don’t care what that magazine cover says, I am not over the F-word. In fact, I’ve been using it liberally all week. That and shaking my fists at the sky.
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