Dickie is an asshole. …and I’m not just saying that because I’m slightly hung over today or because he has no clue what an inside voice is. He’s really just an asshole. He must get it from his father because I have […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Dickie is an asshole. …and I’m not just saying that because I’m slightly hung over today or because he has no clue what an inside voice is. He’s really just an asshole. He must get it from his father because I have […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
There is one constant topic where the Hubs and I will never be able to find any common ground. Music Hubs is a little bit country… and I’m a little bit “anything except country” This difference of opinion can make […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Battle lines have been drawn into the wrinkled carpet of mine and Dump Truck’s mega-cubicle. She who was once considered to be my work spouse, is now my enemy. Our friendship was tested and began to slowly crumble yesterday, within […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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