The perfect way to ensure that I’ll be a raging bitch for the rest of the day? Bring home a plain ol’ regular stupid poopoo peepee latte instead of the GINGERBREAD LATTE I asked for. To be fair, I really don’t have a right to be pissed at “the person” who went out at 6am to get me the coffee, (I should be pissed at the maker of the coffee, right?) However, if they didn’t write your order on the cup, like they’re SUPPOSED to do, shouldn’t you check to make sure they didn’t screw up and that they made the coffee you ordered? But “the person” who went to get my coffee didn’t check, leaving me no choice but to dramatically rip the lid off, pour the STUPID DRINK down the drain while crying “A GINGERBREAD LATTE HAS WHIPPED CREAM AND CINNAMON ON TOP! WHY DIDN’T YOU CHECK BEFORE YOU LEFT? WHHHHHHYYYYYY?”
Another way to resurrect my Inner Bitch? Call my house at 6:30 in the morning, just after I FINALLY got my baby to fall asleep after being since 3:30am to ask me if “I just called your house.”
No, I didn’t just call your house and if you had caller id, you’d know that. (But seriously? When was the last time I called ANYONE at 6:30 in the morning? Let me think… NEVER! That’s when, so why in the hell would you assume it was ME calling and not one of the gossipers from your church?)
Damn, I’ve been kind of assholey lately, huh?
It’s not my fault! IT’S BUSH’S FAULT!
at least it wasnt the crotch rot mocha or the herpes cappuccino???
Wait, Bush called them at 6:30 in the fucking morning, or Bush screwed up the Latte?
I’m so confused!
Hope She Who Must Be Obeyed is feeling better soon!
oh and the baby, too.
Wait, why are you smacking me? OUCH!
Hee. I did the same time once when my Hubby has gone to Starbucks. I’m a bitch tho!
What’s up with Gabby? She ok?
I don’t know yet, I’m leaving RIGHT NOW to take her to the doctors. Ugh.
EVERYTHING is Bush’s fault! DUH!
there’s no fucking way it’s bush’s fault! he’s our president, our leader! he doesn’t do ANYTHING wrong! he’s fucking PERFECT!
now shut your ass up and make me a turkey pot pie.
I blame everything that goes wrong on Bush. Like, just the other day the toilet overflowed. It was Bush’s fault. And the brownies that burned black in the oven? Bush. Once you choose a good scapegoat, life is great.
Mikey, I love you. You quoted one of my favorite lines, from one of my favorite movies. Hee!
Honey take the phone off the hook on those kind of mornings. I unabashedly started doing that a couple of years ago. It’s just too much work to get those kids asleep then have soemone calling over something stupid and wake them up. Oh yeah, people get irate that they can’t get through but who cares?
Dude, I totally would have beaten “the person” for bringing me a poopoo peepee latte too. How rude.