I finally freed myself of the wicked Wix and moved my bullshit to WordPress.
It was the one day of the year when the people of Tucson whispered "winter is coming" and dug in their closets to find their one dust-covered windbreaker.
If you are going to have a team, it's going to need a nickname, a mascot and some fucked up cheers.
I traded in a liar and got a smart ass. I am happier now -- the Lying Nazi Bullshit Diesel is dead. My new Honda Civic is "nice," but these god damn "smart car" features make me want to strip to my bathrobe and scream "get off my lawn".
Just when I was going to release my perfect whine to earn some free points with the Bear (one of the secrets to a long marriage is the art of sublte manipulation) that got fucked up too.
Fresh on the heels of my Body Shaming by Kate, her two best "friends" found a way to pick on my face.
The bosses said it was a really important trip and they needed "key" people to go. I was really happy they picked me, until I learned "key people" means fucking idiots.