Bitch & moan

[valarltd]

So i get up at 9 AM (rare on a Sat) because Bunny has a cookie booth.
My guts are in turmoil from last night's chili supper.

We go to the proper place at the appointed time. No one is there. Can I just say HOW MUCH I FUCKING HATE THAT SORT OF SHIT! People have been doing shit like that to me my whole fucking life. And I am sick and tired of being stood up and laughed at!

So we check the other possible locations. Several cookie booths, none ours.

We come home. Bunny makes cocoa. Except that she doesn't check which burner she turned on and melts the bottom of a 3 lb bucket of PB. So my house is full of smoke from burned plastic and peanut butter. Least the thing was nearly empty.

And the rotten kid walks into a wall, knocking our David replica off and breaking him. One of these days she'll get all that gangling under control. And David will be fine with some superglue. (He's a replica of the statue on the arch of Notre Dame, and he broke cleanly in half.)

And i had an interesting idea for a video while on the head (which is where I've spent a good portion of the morning. Stupid Chili Supper.)
Depeche Mode's "Strange Love" with a collection of bondage/torture scenes.

If you have a favorite, send it along.

Hubby awake, must see if I can con him out of a cuddle.

Comments

[jkb.livejournal.com]

{{{hugs}}} Sympathy on the cookie-booth fiasco. I hate it too when I knock myself out to be somewhere and nobody else bothers to show or even tell me what's going on. Where was this cookie booth supposed to be? Was this for Girl Scouts?