Friggin’ blogging everyday is tough. My life is not interesting enough to have a post a day about it.
What do I have to write about?
“Day 7: I had a PB&J sandwich for lunch again today.”
“Day 8: The bread on my PB&J was not as fresh as yesterdays”.
“Day 9: PB&J for lunch.”
My day consisted of adding fields to a report, one meeting where I say 2 words during the 30 minutes, and cursing at co-workers who drain the coffee pots and don’t make a new one.
*Yawn*
I come home. Check that all the ponies still have four legs and are using them to whatever degree they used them yesterday.
Then I clean up shit.
That’s not an euphemism… but it could be.
So… Welcome to my puritanical life.
By the way.. I rarely drink, but since moving to this new house I have never wanted to drink so badly in my life. I now have three horses with death wishes, more bills than I have money, another house to paint and clean in order to put it on the market, and everything is rotting, or falling apart at the new place.
I might end up an alcoholic by the end the month.
I really nice herbal tea can be just as relaxing as wine… sometimes. Sometimes you just need the wine. I got my most recent vet bill yesterday. Thank god for wine. 😉
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HA! Exactly. Sometimes tea just doesn’t cut it.
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haha! Writing every day would be tough. I don’t blame you for being fed up. You could post an ‘H to Z’ post tomorrow and wrap it up!
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Not a bad idea!!
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I wine every day. It’s good for the Soule. (At least that’s what I tell myself.)
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