Pissy Weather!
It's been a quietish kind of day so far.
It's probably something to do with the fact that it's done nothing but piss it down since I bothered to shift my arse out of bed this morning. People tend to stay indoors when it's like this. I was going to go out into the garden and put all the plants in that we bought last week. I'd got it all planned and was quite looking forward to it. But, like I said, it's pissing it down so I can't. It gets me down, this weather. I'm cold as well. The kind of cold that chills right through to the bones. I'm thinking on investing in a huge big chunky jumper to cover me right down to my knees. The problem is getting hold of one. I'm tall you see so they don't usually make 'em that big. And big chunky jumpers like that aren't in fashion anymore. It's all these little dinky things that show off your belly. That's good if you have a lovely belly to show off but mine's covered in stretch marks and is a little bit flabby. It has a bad habit of popping out over the top of my jeans so I spend the whole day popping it back in. I hate seeing the little flabby bits hanging out. It's not nice. Maybe I will find someone who can knit me a huge jumper. I can knit but it would take me forever. I once knitted my ex a jumper. It took me 4 months to complete and that was knitting at speed! I have dyslexic hands you see. They can only cope with a certain speed and after that they seem to go into spasms and do what they want.
Anyway, on the good side, the two little shits haven't darkened my doorstep as of yet. The two little shits are the brats who live 5 doors down the road. Sadly they just happen to be the same age as my two little darlings. Even more sadly, my two have become friends with them. I hate them! They are the most irritating little shits I have ever come across. The youngest is a know-it-all-knows-nothing type. The sort that spouts unbelieveable bullshit in a very knowledgeable kind of way. It would be great if you could just turn a deaf ear to it all but he doesn't just tell you these things from afar. He comes and tells you a few inches from your face. I find my fists are curled very tightly by my sides when he does that. If I had nails I would dig into the flesh of my palms. It takes the most amazing amount of willpower not to punch him in the face. Trouble is, the authorities would be on to me if I did that. I wish he would bugger off and play elsewhere. I have no time for him or his brother. His brother has an annoying habit of supposedly being absolutely brilliant at every game going. At least that's what he says anyway. Of course it's just a ploy so he can have a go on the xbox/playstation game that my youngest is playing at the time. When he does finally get a go it turns out that he isn't the greatest after all. It gives me mild satisfaction watching my youngest beat him!
Anyway, that's why I call them the little shits. I'm trying to think of a more suitable name for them but I can't right now so little shits will just have to do until I can.
It's probably something to do with the fact that it's done nothing but piss it down since I bothered to shift my arse out of bed this morning. People tend to stay indoors when it's like this. I was going to go out into the garden and put all the plants in that we bought last week. I'd got it all planned and was quite looking forward to it. But, like I said, it's pissing it down so I can't. It gets me down, this weather. I'm cold as well. The kind of cold that chills right through to the bones. I'm thinking on investing in a huge big chunky jumper to cover me right down to my knees. The problem is getting hold of one. I'm tall you see so they don't usually make 'em that big. And big chunky jumpers like that aren't in fashion anymore. It's all these little dinky things that show off your belly. That's good if you have a lovely belly to show off but mine's covered in stretch marks and is a little bit flabby. It has a bad habit of popping out over the top of my jeans so I spend the whole day popping it back in. I hate seeing the little flabby bits hanging out. It's not nice. Maybe I will find someone who can knit me a huge jumper. I can knit but it would take me forever. I once knitted my ex a jumper. It took me 4 months to complete and that was knitting at speed! I have dyslexic hands you see. They can only cope with a certain speed and after that they seem to go into spasms and do what they want.
Anyway, on the good side, the two little shits haven't darkened my doorstep as of yet. The two little shits are the brats who live 5 doors down the road. Sadly they just happen to be the same age as my two little darlings. Even more sadly, my two have become friends with them. I hate them! They are the most irritating little shits I have ever come across. The youngest is a know-it-all-knows-nothing type. The sort that spouts unbelieveable bullshit in a very knowledgeable kind of way. It would be great if you could just turn a deaf ear to it all but he doesn't just tell you these things from afar. He comes and tells you a few inches from your face. I find my fists are curled very tightly by my sides when he does that. If I had nails I would dig into the flesh of my palms. It takes the most amazing amount of willpower not to punch him in the face. Trouble is, the authorities would be on to me if I did that. I wish he would bugger off and play elsewhere. I have no time for him or his brother. His brother has an annoying habit of supposedly being absolutely brilliant at every game going. At least that's what he says anyway. Of course it's just a ploy so he can have a go on the xbox/playstation game that my youngest is playing at the time. When he does finally get a go it turns out that he isn't the greatest after all. It gives me mild satisfaction watching my youngest beat him!
Anyway, that's why I call them the little shits. I'm trying to think of a more suitable name for them but I can't right now so little shits will just have to do until I can.
posted by Mad Woman | 6:05 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home