Well, ok, then…

See how Chipper loves this. *snort*

Rubber Ducky, you’re the one…

OK, I took SwordfishT’s suggestion (Thank you) and turned off the editor thing-now maybe I had that OFF, and the pics worked, then turned it back on-and the pic’s disappeared, last time. Whew. Did anyone get that? Remember when I posted and they were there…then POOF! gone?

Now, next question: at one time in this Godforsaken OD of changes (I HATE changes) there was a page. Just a simple little page, where one could go and see how to do certain things. HTML things, how to wrap and etc. Now that page is gone. So where (the FUCK) does one go now? I hate to cuss and am trying to quit, but honestly, things like this really fry me. You know?

*shaking it off*

So this morning was a madhouse. I have 4 words for it. (now say the following in an Irish accent if you will) Jesus, Mary and Joseph! See if you say it w/ the accent, it’s not really blaspheming I think. Yeah, I know, I fool myself.

Carl has been seesawing over this paternity test. Hubs has time on his hands. Bad mix right there. So Hubs got Carl going on it, okay? (oh thank you dear husband) Anyway, “they” decided to do it TODAY. Then Carl told Brie, who was at work, and she flipped out. Decided she had to go with. Cried, hystronic’s, etc. Sent Carl over the edge of course, didn’t take much as he was quite a nervous wreck about it all.

Many phone calls, much throwing up of hands, Hubs, of course, putting his 2 cents in. Logan was weepy and clingy because he could sense how nervous Carl was. Not that he hid it any. Then it got late, so hubs said, “Well, it’s too late, I can’t take you now.” Brie wants to and shes trying to get off work, but now Carl has no ride. He’s bouncing off the ceiling at this point. *silently screaming*

This, my friends, is my husband. He does this all the damn time. Gets something going, then can’t understand what all the hoopla is about. I tell him, STAY OUT OF IT. After all, that’s what he’s telling me all the time. But, no. Apparently it’s different when hubs does it. It’s OK, then.

(You can’t see it, but I’m writing through tight lips. That’s right. As I type, I have tight lips. I HATE tight lips. Now, it’s come to this.)

My husband is driving me mad. I hate the way he eats. You know those times? Where everything he does drives you mad? Yep. I’m there. I hate the way he eats-who taps the cereal before you eat it?! I hate the way he walks-looks like stalking to me. The way he says my name-right before he gives me a new “suggestion”. Grrr. Go away! During the day, this is MY house. I want all these other people OUT. Good bye. Leave me and Logan to our little routines and peace would ya?!

Wow. I am so glad you all gave me permission to bitch. It’s either that or strong drink lately…and I can’t even keep that in the house! It’s a no no. Oh, sorry, too much babysitting I guess.

And to top it all off, I am now getting my period every 3 wks. or so. Suppose it’s stress? Oh, ya THINK?

***Right now, I am laughing my head off. I closed and took a look at this entry. I am not meant to be messing with html – it is obvious. I put the slash to end the CENTER code, but yet! It’s all centered. No matter, it’s rather jaunty looking I think.***

Time to go fetch Chelsea now, so one more picture. This is Logan and me after everyone leaves. (I’m off to the left, with just enough energy to lift and shoot the pic, but I am in the same position, rest assured!)