This has absolutely nothing to do with Christmas.
I am in a pissy, pissy mood. I don’t want to be bothered. With anyone. By anyone.
This is somewhat problematic as a) I do not live on a deserted island b) Smoochy and Lovegirl aint trying to hear that c) I work for a living d) I signed up to help a bunch of chirrens pick out and buy books at the bookfair at Lovegirl’s school. Today.
All I want to do is get in the bed, pull the covers up over my head and pout the day away. Instead, I’ll be arguing the merits of one $3 Scholastic book over another with a little kid who probably didn’t wash his/her hands before they came to the bookfair.
Pray. For. Me. And my pissy mood.
On other totally non-related, but all B.ravo related notes: How awesome is RHOA? I love them broads! I am not enjoying T.op Chef J.ust Desserts – I don’t like any of the contestants. None of ‘em. I am soooo looking forward to T.op C.hef All Stars. OMG!!!
Another aside: Sometimes dessert and desert still confuse me.