Wait . . .
No. No, actually, it's not. This Monday SUCKS! It sucks big, stinky, hairy, mastodon balls! Why, you ask? (And even if you didn't, I'm gonna tell ya anyway!)
- Aunt Flo -- that unwelcome, smelly, messy, cranky, crampy, fucktarded BITCH -- is visiting, which means I've gotten next-to-nothing done on account of the excruciating pain of menstrual migraines (and cramps, of course) and general lethargy.
- My kids are home from school today, giving them a long, 3-day weekend, thanks to Presidents' Day -- which, by the by, I have absolutely NO idea why the fuck we celebrate, considering it's a huge fucking farce, much like most everything having to do with presidents and government in this fucking country -- and my angels have been driving me insane, which is leading to a psychotic culmination of massive proportions that may just land my massive ass in prison . . . or at least the nearest psychiatric facility for the criminally insane.
- And finally, it's my darling husband's birthday, but he's stuck working -- and if that didn't suck enough, he didn't even get any Birthday Nookie, on account of #1.
And, as if my above rant regarding my shitty Monday isn't enough, I'd like to leave you with the following, curtesy of the genius that is Aaron Sorkin's mind: