Jesse left for Invermere for a month yesterday.
Today my car insurance policy was cancelled because my fucking bank sucks ass and bounced my payment out for $1.fucking50.
It's really hot here lately and it's too hot to take small kids out in the middle of the day and I'm trapped inside a hot stuffy house with two 3 year olds and a 1 year old who just learned how to screech at the top of her lungs.
I can't go running because Jesse is in Invermere.
I can't eat chocolate because I' m supposed to be staying away from sweet stuff while I try to get this farking boob/nipple/intestinal yeast crap to go away.
I need to mow the lawn and plant my garden and that's impossible with three kids and a yard that slopes onto a street where people drive around like maniacs even though it's a playground zone.
Wah wah wah. You;d think I was PMSing or something with all this fucking bitching!!
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