My Totally (Ab)normal Week
I sent my friend a text message at 5:40 am that said “Fuck Monday’s. Seriously. Fuck this Monday shit.” Then I promptly slammed my car door shut, locking my keys inside. Fuck. This. Monday. Shit. Seriously. Fuck this Monday shit! 45 minutes later the police had them out for me, so I drove to my client’s house, and opened the door. For the first time in seven months I heard “alarm sensor activated” being announced from the keypad by the door. Ok, this isn’t going to be good. Their home alarm, which has NEVER been on, is on, and going off. I’m trying to call my client at work, the alarm company is yelling at me through the speaker system in a tone that is 12x’s louder than the human ear can handle, and obviously, the alarm is blaring. Finally, FINALLY, it is turned off and I have assured the police that yes, I am actually supposed to be there. As soon as everyone leaves, I walk into the living room and hear “Living room motion sensor activated.” Alarm goes off again. Seriously. Fuck this Monday shit. FUCK MONDAY’S. To top it off I had to move a dildo and lube that was left in my clients shower and while washing their floors on my hands and knees, their mastiff licked my face, which is essentially like being hit in the face with a bath towel that has been soaked in dog slobber. FUCK MONDAY’S.
After that I got that fun call from the daycare that working parents just love. The one that informed me that the boy child was sick and I needed to pick him up. So, I did the responsible thing and I made a quick stop at the store to grab anything I might need. Baby Tylenol, pedialyte, sanitizer, and wine for mommy. I acted even more responsibly by double checking my purse before I shut the car door, to make sure I actually had the car keys before locking the door. Crap. Where are the car keys? They aren’t in my purse. They aren’t on the seat. 7 minutes later WHERE THE HELL ARE MY KEYS??? Oh. Maybe they are exactly where you left them. In the ignition. SINCE THE CAR IS STILL RUNNING. I topped Monday night off by teaching a stripping class. Because yea, that’s normal.
So a friend invites me over for dinner and tells me that she will be in the back BBQing when I get there, and to just let myself in. So I get there, go into the backyard, and she is definitely BBQing alright.
She is BBQing a Care Bear.
“Uh….hey hun….you alright?” I hesitantly ask her.
I went on a date. While sitting there the guy looks at me and says “My gosh you are cute.” Aw, how sweet. But then, because as you all know, I have AMAZING luck with men, he follows it up with “No seriously, you are CUTE! Everything about you is so tiny. You’re like a real person, but travel sized!”
|Oh yay, camping.|
I read. A lot. Like I actually have a library in my house. See picture for proof.
Anyways, one of my friends came over the other night with a book and said that I HAD to read it, that it was awesome. I looked at the back cover. The first paragraph alone honest to gosh contained these words: “Erotic paranormal cowboys spanking sex toys werewolves cancer cure.” Then she followed it up with “I don’t know if you ever read erotica, but this book was great. I wasn’t sure I was going to like it because it was not to big enough. Seemed small.”
Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t speak Walmart and I no longer trust your judgment.
Speaking of Walmart, I haven’t been to a Walmart in probably a year or so but I ran there the other day after a business meeting. Walking around in heels, black spandex leggings, and a short dress (I promise it looked more professional then it sounds), I suddenly started feeling like a fat person in Ethiopia, seeing as how I was fully dressed and not wearing pajama’s. Then I realized that actually, I probably fit right in. I probably looked like I was “working.” I was momentarily tempted to buy tons and tons of condoms.
One of my best friends has recently started dating a fabulous guy, he is so good to her it’s ridiculous. So out of pure jealousy I asked her what was his flaw, because she has to have found at least one. Just one.
Give me something girl.
She tells me that it’s not really a flaw, but that she was a bit surprised to find out that he wears women’s thongs because it makes him feel pretty. Ok. Was not expecting that. To each their own, but still, was not expecting that.
My girlfriends and I all sent each other mostly naked photo’s to compare our post baby bodies and critique our workout routines. That’s normal, right? But is it normal, if then, one of your good friends ask you if you want to join her and her husband, in bed?
Photo Credit Mastiff: http://www.flickr.com/photos/jeffbalke/
Oh my gosh, you are hilarious!!
How did you respond to your good friend?!And congratulations on a smart child. 🙂 As a child that grew up “gifted and talented” myself, let her know that it's OKAY to be wrong. Also, studying and discipline when it comes to school work is very important to learn at a young age. I never, ever had to study, and needed no discipline when it came to schoolwork, and when I got into high school, I failed three classes because they actually required effort.
The friend dating the woman’s underwear guy? I asked her is she was sure he wasn’t gay, She said he wasn’t, so I jjust told her as long as she was happy, I was happy for her.
Great advice for the smart kid 🙂 Thanks for sharing!!
Nope, there are straight crossdressers! I saw some featured on Donahue when I was a kid, and one of them married his girlfriend. The bride AND the groom wore white. ?
OK, so I don't know if this was a Monday when this happened, but I dropped the father of my child that I was of then pregnant of at some shifty place for work (OK, as bad as it sounds, it was legit) then stopped at a mall on my way home to buy a cute baby outfit. Because it's a no frills car, I proceed to lock each and every door by hand, and couldn't figure out why the car was ding dinging…until I shut my last locked door…no way, the keys are in the ignition. Good thing the trunk wasn't locked…so here I am, crawling from the trunk of my car, 8 months pregnant, unlocking the door so I can get my keys back. During my second pregnancy, I ran after the same car rolling away, but that's a different story all together.I used to own my own housecleaning business years ago (yup!)…and the same exact thing happened (not the car thing, the alarm thing), except the police didn't come, I just had to speak to the extra loud speaker in the house with the alarm company and my client…geez. I thought the house was going to blow it was so loud.Nathaliexoxoxox
Hahaha! I can totally imagine that happening to me. I’m suprised you could even fit! I was HUGE when I was 8 months. It was actually a little frightening. Glad you got in though!
I want to hear the car rolling away story!!!
Yeah…thank goodness for hatchbacks! I would have never made it in otherwise.
Ok< the car rolling story…since want to hear it 🙂 So it can get really hot and humid here(although you wouldn't believe it this year), and that combination for a pregnant lady can really suck!
So, I need gas, and logically, stop at the gas station. The heat and humidity just made me more absent minded than usual, so I put the hand brake on, but didn't leave it first gear (like I said – no frills, but awesome car). Well, I guess the hand brake wasn't engaged enough. I get out of the car to pay my gas inside, because I had something else to pick up inside…and some guy says to me, "Lady your car is rolling away. I look at him, like what? and true enough, my car is rolling away into traffic. At this point, there are three dudes staring at me – 5 months pregnant, running after my car…and then they decide to help! (it was nice they did try to help…but a little too late). I hop in the car, pull the brake hard, and stop right before the curb. The guy who got behind the car didn't even have a chance to stop it…and you know why women are awesome?…that's why! I thanked them all the same for their "help", pulled up to the pump once again, went inside to pay my gas and milk, and was on my way.
Oh my gosh lol. With my luck the car would have run me right over! Glad you caught it in time! I bet those guys had a great time telling that story 🙂