WE???

Remember my post about wanting to paint my dining/kitchen? Bad idea. Really bad idea. I've created a monster that I do not know what to do. So I did what any dumb person would do, call a painter. Bad idea. The only thing he didn't do was call me fat and ugly. He may as well have. That's exactly how I feel. For the past two days I feel like I'm in a funk of not being able to do anything right. Then comes this. I cannot afford to pay for the mess I've made to be fixed. THEN on top of all that, hubby announces, after the painter leaves, "I didn't understand why you were doing all that anyway". THEN he went on to explain why he thought so. You know he's so smart about EVERYTHING but he doesn't like to share this. I guess because he doesn't want to show me up everyday.

I love people, who after the fact, know everything there is to know about the situation. They make my funny face turn upside down. Then, knowing how bad I felt, he used the word I hate the most. WE. Yes, WE. I hate the WE word. "We'll take care of this, don't be upset." hmmm...My old endocronologist used this word a lot and I always wanted to spit in his face when it came out of his mouth. WE is just too confusing. When someone says the word WE, I accept it as you and me. Rarely is that what the speaker actually intends. I had to give hubby one point for trying. I know it will go no farther than that. However, this time he was actually smart enough to use it in a context that was somewhat appropriate. Only WE means ME. ME will have to find someone else to make ME feel stupid about the mess ME'VE created. ME will have to make phone calls from ME stupid cell phone. ME will have to pay for absolutely everything to make ME kitchen livable again. ME will have to try and repair the mess ME have made, while WE golfs or parks WE arse on the couch.

ME is going to pop the top off my diet code red mt. dew and me is going to pretend it's a strawberry daiquiri. THEN, me is going to grab a bag of peas from the freezer to soothe ME headache. After that, ME will then use the bag of frozen peas to soothe the bottom of my nice soft feet..In Hopes...of Warming them up... on WE arse...


Oh, and on top of all this, Rascal Flats is on Dancing with the Stars. What is wrong with this picture???? I'd rather watch the stars dance to bluegrass...