Friday, September 4, 2009

This day totally sucked

Well it's almost 3 am. I am not talking about today for reals, I mean yesterday. But because I haven't gone to sleep, we will just say it's today. And if you don't like it, well tough shit to you. This is my blog, not your's so there.

I am sitting here at 3 am listening to the dryer finish drying the clothes, to the movie Cider House Rules, and to the hum of this computer. I was reading a very funny blog with some ramblings from a woman I think just may be half insane or just plain hilarious. I haven't decided which.

What's the point here? Well I totally was going to get to it but I got side tracked with the thoughts of trying to tell you about this blogger.

Crap now I can't remember.... uggh!

So maybe I will just give you a snip it of my marriage...

*phone rings (I am in the car, calling Chris at home)*

Chris: hello

Me: Hey did you find that drink in the bag?

Chris: Drink? What drink and what bag?

Me: You know the bag I gave you with the grapes?

Chris: You gave me grapes? When?

Me: It was like this morning. Don't you remember?

Chris: Are you on crack? Have you run into a lamp pole? You didn't give me any grapes.

Me: O yes I did. I did it this morning, right after I had to scoop poop off the bed cause Lady pooped on the bed.

Chris: Now I know your really high. Lady has never pooped on the bed.

Me: O yeah she did, I had to scoop it off. I know she did.

Chris: Your hurting my head...

Me: You should probally take some medicine for that. But I am telling you I had to scoop it off, then I threw it on the floor.

Chris: Since when do you scoop poop off the bed and throw it on the floor? Seriously

Me: Well it happened today, I am telling you. You don't believe me? Why would I lie?

Chris: I am not saying your lying, I am saying you have lost your freaking mind.

Me: No you lost yours. You think I am messing with you. Why would I? I woke up, scooped poop and then gave you grapes.

Chris: And where did you get the grapes?

Me: I got them at the store, silly. Right after I scooped the poop.

Chris: *sigh*

Me: So have you found it yet?

Chris: Found what? The poop?

Me: Not the poop! Don't you remember what we were talking about?

Chris: No, you are rambling and I have a headache

Me: I told you to take medicine. God why don't you ever listen to me?

Chris: I try but then you talk.

Me: Your mean. I don't like you. Forget I called. Don't eat the grapes. I poisoned them.

Chris: You poisoned them?

Me: Yep

Chris: And when did this happen?

Me: After I gave you the drink.

Chris: What drink?

Me: The one you were supposed to be looking for in the bag with the grapes.

Chris: *sigh* I don't know what to do with you...