Tell 'em step off, I'm doin' the hump.

...and for the first time, I'm linking up with Vodka and Soda for some (kind of late on) Humpday Confessions!

Vodka and Soda

Sadly, I am in a terrible mood, so please excuse the flood of ridiculousness I am about to unleash: upstairs neighbor, bless her heart, weighs approximately 87 pounds, and yet, it sounds like a sumo wrestler pacing over his next match up there. What in the ever loving HELL? Now, my nerves are shot and it is not her fault, but the clunking is annoying as hell. I don't know if I can wait until January to start house hunting. At this point, I would live in a box if it didn't have neighbors.

...I joined Weight Watchers and will undoubtedly fail at it, but I figure I should at least put it out there and shame myself a little. The funny thing is WW really, really works. There's no weird diets or pills or nonsense. It's just portion control and they make it very easy. But, right now, it's easier to be fat then to face what I need to get done.

...I am binge-watching the shit out of Golden Girls right now! That show makes me so, so happy. It reminds me of sleeping at my Mom-Mom's on a Saturday night, all of us tucked into her humongo bed. A friend of mine posted this Golden Girl's Drinking Game to my Facebook page and I will not be happy until a few rounds of this goes down. husband, upon looking at the dishes in the sink, actually said "I just don't know the dishes pile up like that" all incredulously, which leads me to believe he's going for Suicide by Death Glare. Seriously? Has he met the people who live in this apartment? He also wonders how I forget to eat. It's like he doesn't even know me.

...speaking of husbands, the hubs of my oldest/bestest asked me if Pete and I were thinking about having more children. I said "Nope!" with such force his hair blew back, and then I fled the room.

...lately, when PJ acts up in public, my threats usually go something like "Dude, if your behavior causes me to get unsolicited parenting advice from some rando in this Target, I will sell you to a gypsy." What happened to people just thinking their judgmental thoughts?

...Oh! PJ tantrums reminded me: Last week, PJ threw a fit and a half when I refused to give him a piece of candy from my purse. The reason I refused to give him the candy was because it was a tampon. {sigh}

And that's what I have for today!!! Hope you guys are humping along beautifully this week! Be sure to check Kathy out at her blog, Vodka and Soda, and check out hers and some other Humpday Confessions!


Kathy@MoreCoffeeLessTalky said...

i hate it when people ask if i'm going to have another kid and then go on about how kayla must be lonely. STFU and mind your own business!!

good luck with WW! don't sabotage your efforts -- just go, do what they say and stay focused; you can do anything you put your mind to :)

thanks for linking up!
Vodka and Soda

MarlaJan said...

I'm doing the humpty hump dance in my chair. On a Thursday. I dig it.

The next time someone attempts to give you parenting advice, tell them to mind their own freaking business. I mean really. Everyone's a fucking creitic. Also, you and I are allowed to be judgmental all the time... well because... we can.

I love you! Seriously, let's do this WW thing. I'm trying and you're trying. We can make this shit happen.


SMD @ lifeaccordingtosteph said...

I feel like punching your neighbor on your behalf.

The gypsy threat makes me laugh. A lot.

Lisa said...

I love it all! Hair hair blew back! lmao!! Wishing better days to come girl!! ;)


Kenzie Smith said...

I laughed so hard about the tampon bit! When my son was younger and I sensed a tantrum coming on I would give him my purse to kind of entertain himself with, I stopped doing that once he started opening my tampons. Kids, aren't they great ;D