I'm all alone
Well, hello all. I'm just sitting at home on a Saturday morning...Allllll Alooooone. Why? Because my "loving" family didn't see fit to tell me where they were going today. And where WERE they going? To a baptism. So guess what? I got dressed up, and ready to meet them there(I called my dear sweet mother who LOVES me, and she told me where they were) and then tried to call my brother.(who didn't remember to turn his phone back on after the baptism) Well, that left me with nothing to do so I sat down to mess around on the computer.... Then my employer called. She want's me to go help out with a car wash. So, not only do I not get to hang out with my siblings, I have to go WORK. On a SATURDAY. Thanks guys. I love you too. Well, I have to leave now. Gotta go warsh cors. :-/
7 Comments:
At 3:45 PM , Little Lizzie said...
Awww! I'm sorry, Shelley! That is awful! You and I can stick together. :)
Did you have fun washing cars?
Beth
At 7:38 AM , Unknown said...
Eh. It was okay. But YES, we SHOULD stick together! I'll get the glue and you can get the......
At 2:56 PM , Anonymous said...
At least you looked pretty if you were all dressed up.
I don’t ever recall a pretty car washer.
Wait! I’m going to vomit up a poem:
The cars were grimy and dirty,
And Shelly was jolly and flirty,
When just like a bang,
She got dumped by the gang,
And went on the net to tell us all about it.
Well, the last line doesn’t really fit. Neverthless…
At 4:22 PM , Anonymous said...
You’re not very scrupulous, are you?
You skipped stalking some of my comments. Afraid of losing me?
There was a snob called Princess,
Who wrote with lots of success,
Her insults were a ploy,
For she loved to enjoy,
Sparring at decent, patient Irish gentlemen.
At 9:54 AM , Unknown said...
What is the point of signing on anonymous when you give away who you are?
At 4:14 PM , Anonymous said...
Perhaps I don't know myself who I am.
Perhaps I am still searching.
At 10:53 AM , Unknown said...
"Sparring at decent, patient Irish gentlemen. " Not exactly hard to guess who THAT is. I only know of one Irish guy, and even if I knew of more, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't be conceited enough to write what you did. Decent, patient gentlemen. HAH! I'd need to see proof before I'd believe THAT one.
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