|This is what I think of you Thursday!|
I made this quipture for The Illiterate Infant last night after Kevin expressed a love of all things Python on this post
Thursday is just a nothing day, the only good thing about it is the opportunity to do some late-night shopping, and for someone who's not all that much interested in shopping, well. Thursday sucks balls.
Tonight at least we're having family night at Mum's, so that is something to look forward to. I love family night, it's probably the best night of the week. But it usually happens on a Wednesday so it's thrown me a bit being tonight.
I must admit that one other good thing about Thursday is it does mean there is only one day left until the weekend. Now I've seen that Ecard going around saying something along the lines of being excited about it being Friday and then remembering you're a parent now so it doesn't make a difference.
Well, working three days a week it makes a difference to me. And not just that, Friday and the weekend usually means that Dave will be home and so I will get someone to tag team with and Mia will be happy to let me leave her sight for a minute to go do something. Anything. Except housework of course.
I reckon my favourite day of the week is Friday, purely because it does hold that possibility of two days of not having to go to work or think about all the things I think about during the week, such as maybe getting off my ass and doing some housework.
Did I mention I hate housework?
The only thing I don't like about the weekend is it usually means we have to go grocery shopping. But I'm not gonna talk about that now. That is a whole 'nother post on it's own. One I might write tomorrow now that I think of it.
And now for something completely different...
What about this
Before I go on, I looked this up on Snopes.com and couldn't find anything on there about this story being some kind of hoax so if it's not true I take no responsibility for leading you astray.
But seriously, what the fuck man?! Apparently his wife gave birth to an ugly baby and he was all "What? I ain't ugly, you ain't ugly, so where the hell did this ugly baby come from?". At first he accused her of cheating, because his ego is so freaking huge that he believes he couldn't possibly have produced a less-than-perfect offspring. As it turns out though, his wife had had over $100,000 worth of plastic surgery before they met so she actually was less than perfect originally. And that's where the 'ugly' genes have come from apparently.
This is all shades of wrong, lemme tell ya! The poor woman was constantly accused of having an affair until she fessed up about the surgery and admitted that she blamed herself for the less-than-perfect image of their baby. The fact she had so much cosmetic surgery in the first place obviously speaks of some rather deep-seated emotional and psychological issues with her appearance, and to then have her husband declare their baby ugly and sue her for it? Well, I hope for her sake and the baby's, she has access to a good counsellor or psychologist coz she is gonna need it.
That poor baby girl is gonna grow up thinking she looks like a dogs breakfast when she probably just looks like every other baby around town. But the person I feel most sorry for is the man himself. I feel sorry for him that he is so shallow and doesn't have anything better to care about in life than what himself and the people around him look like.
Urgh! Like I said, all shades of wrong! And definitely a potential nominee for Good Golly Miss Holly's Asshat Award!
|Well, I don't think so, but I'm not supposed to think so am I?|
I'm linking this post up for the ever wonderful Grace's Flog Yo Blog Friday