Wednesday, January 14, 2009

A Christening

Don't you hate it when you awaken, say at 5:54, and just know, "(bleep) It's going to be one of those days."

I'm so tired of cleaning up (bleep).

I'm so tired to taking people's (bleep).

I'm so tired of all this (bleep).

I'm (bleep) at everyone.

I'm cold.

I'm cranky.

And I'm living with a tyrant.

A tiny tyrant.

Charming, I now dub thee, Tiny Tyrant.

1 comment:

Imperfect Mom said...

I *bleeping* sympathize.