freeze me out


I’m beginning to hate WP for iPhone!

it freezes every time I reply to a comment!😡

So If it takes forever me to reply?

that is why!

poo on you WP!

Adulting here


Those hard adult decisions!

when you can’t decide if you want a bath or shower!


Let’s make a deal


Watching Let’s Make A Deal (ugh) and the woman was screaming with excitement.

I nearly spat out my food, because she sounded like GF when she was orgasming! 😂😖

Yikes I need that image in my head!

Wtf is a Mc Ming 


Customer: I will have 5 Mc Mings

Me: excuse me?!

Customer: I said 5 Mc Mings!

Me: I have no idea what you are talking about.

Customer: the sausage egg wraps! 

Me: ok so let’s just call them sausage wraps!

Customer: yeah the Mc Mings!

And this is how orders get wrong.

Too lazy to communicate with us.

And how the murder rates increase in Canada!

How to be single


Oakland Tribune, California, April 28, 1935 

-if a woman did that she would be sleeping alone!

I love onions! But aw hell no!

Found this on Tumblr 



Well that was mortifying!

My boobs were now on fb!

I thought I edited my sharing preferences!😂

I only noticed 4 hours later!

What a noob!

I just realized it my family might see it!


Deleting post!

Off fb that is😂



It took me a moment to realise why I was so irritated this morning

It was the fact I felt like Cinderella.

I had to clean play land. We had a birthday party later on. I had to make sure the birthday table was presentable. I dreaded going into playland. The mothers, their children their mess.The screaming. It was my worst nightmare.

I walked into the play land, carrying a broom dust pan, paper towel, spray bottle, wash clothes.

Thats when I saw them.

The gaggle of women who were seated in the back, holding court. They made Cinderella’s ugly step sisters look like the fairy Godmother! They each ran a day care, and would bring the children to the playland so they could sit and gossip. Not worry about having to look after their charges.

That in itself wasnt the horrible part. The horrible part was the destruction they would allow their children to make, while they gossipped. The mess would encroach upon other tables, other parents their kids. The mess would take forever to clean! Parents, other day cares would complain about their lack of decency. It would make the lobby person very cranky!

The women were warned numerous times not to leave without cleaning.

For some reason the other parents grew suspiciously quiet. Their eyes on me as they waited for my reaction when I walked in.

My reaction was a doozy!

The door closed behind me, I turned the corner, saw the women, saw their children, saw their mess. Blueberry muffin in pieces, shredded to bits to crumbs thrown all over the floor. Carrots tossed. Was that a cracker too? It literally looked like these bitches emptied a vacuum cleaner all over the floor! Then mashed on it for good measure!

Fucking hell!

I saw red. My eye started to twitch. The broom, the dust pan fell from my hands.

I marched right over to the basic bitches.

“Excuse me?”

they continued talking as if I wasnt there.

they picked the wrong day, the wrong person to mess with!

“I said excuse me!” I bellowed. All eyes were on me now. I was enraged now. “Could you not with this mess?! We give you plates for a reason.”

The one holding court at the moment, glanced at me with irritation. “What are you talking about?”

“I think she is talking about using the plates for the muffins” The other one chirped.

“Yes but we keep the high chairs clean” the queen sneered as if that was important.

“I dont care about the chairs. This is disgusting” I gestured to the floor, “stop with the mess.”

The women laughed as if I said something so ridiculous. “They are babies. They just throw food.” the one closest to me replied. “they cant help it.”

“Yeah and you are grown ass women and you can help it. Keep your area clean!” I stomped off to find some cleaner.

It took me 10 minutes just to sweep up the mess around them “Um could you not sweep around us” the one asked.

“Uh no.” I snapped. For good measure I swept under her baby’s chair, around her chair getting her shoes dirty.