I am taking lemons and making lemonade.

I hate my place of employment, therefore I am interviewing elsewhere on Tuesday. If it works out, I am not giving notice and I’m quitting. My boss is a sexist, crude, demeaning fuckhead that I detest. The 2 stockers previously mentioned (T & C) are flaming assholes that I refuse to deal with. One of them looked me DEAD in the eye and offered me $30 to lift my shirt. Hello, I’m married to a god damn gorilla. Shawn wants to rip the arms off T and beat him with them. But hes going to wait till I quit. C got shitty with me today for NO fucking reason and now Shawn wants to throttle him as well. Fine with me, just wait till I quit my job and move on.

I am SO looking forward to telling my boss to get fucked. I absolutely hate him and all that he is and does. I don’t hate anyone (generally) but a VERY select few and he has joined those ranks.

Logan is graduating to a bunk bed tonight. Joy. We are not using the bottom and making a psuedo loft for him like we did for Lauren a few years back. His room is entirely too small for a bed so up he goes and we are going to set the tv and V-Smile up under it for him to use. It will maximize his floor space. We are finally switching toy boxes as well. I can’t wait to get this shit done. Then maybe I can FINALLY get Shawn to hang a few pictures for me.

He’s done both kids rooms as I want, and hes built his precious work bench. I want a few pictures hung and my decorative shelf fixed and hung. These jobs combined will be MAYBE an hour. But for the life of me I can’t get him to do them. Guess what? No do the jobs = no sex. Simple.

Wait. We don’t fuck lately anyway. Never mind. I’ll just do it myself and then treat my body to a couple of battery induced orgasms. Self ^5!