grandma is dead
So now she’s 24, knocked up ANDÂ short one granny.
I just got her, they just delivered her a couple of days ago, she was all mine and now I’ve lost her. She’s gone off to her grannies funeral and I’m left all alone. Alone to finish this project from hell by myself.
It’s just so unfair.
Seriously, couldn’t her grandmother have waited for another two weeks before meeting God. Did she have to be in such a hurry. What could she possibly gain by dropping dead now? Is there a Bridge Tournament in heaven or something? Is there a sale on heavy beige stockings that she doesn’t want to miss. Damn the Angel of Death, I got some words for him.
My misery will never end, I’m forced to do all the work myself, unnoticed, unappreciated and horribly underpaid.
Loves me a good pity party, I do.
This must be the day of crapitude.
Comment by witchypoo — April 23, 2008 @ 10:45 pm
oh my GOD!! I am dying over here!!!
just snorted wine on my laptop.
I have an award for you, sister :).
http://goddessinthegroove.blogspot.com/2008/04/bonjour-stupid.html
Comment by Goddess in the Groove — April 24, 2008 @ 7:00 am
Like my Mom says - “Life’s a bitch - and then you die.” My Mom’s a bit short on sympathy. And kindness. And understanding. But I’M not. I feel your pain. I hear your complaint. I sympathize, empathize and commiserate. There now. Feel any better?
Comment by LouCeeL — April 24, 2008 @ 2:09 pm
I agree Likfe can be a bitch. Sorry your stuck!
Comment by Marti — April 24, 2008 @ 2:18 pm
Dammit granny! The nerve.
Comment by Hyphen Mama — April 24, 2008 @ 6:25 pm
I feel yer pain, I shall boycott grannie’s funeral for her lack of thoughtfulness.
The angel of death is just the messenger blame the 3 fates (weemen of course)
Comment by Old Knudsen — April 24, 2008 @ 8:05 pm
Sad she died, for those who believe in death - death as the end of life and existance. But I know different, trust me, we do not cease to exist. We just change form, so to speak. I just wish grannie could have waited another couple of weeks to kick the bucket. Take my uncle for example; he chose Christmas day to get out of his body for good, to cast of all that is human and fly away. That was inconvenient too.
You know what, I’m going to pick the most inconvenient moment possible to leave this life. Like in the middle of sex, before he’s finished - you know what I mean???
Comment by warriorwitch — April 24, 2008 @ 9:52 pm
A guy I knew drove a long way to stay with his mum, after 4 days he died of a heart attack what a bastard.
Comment by Old Knudsen — April 25, 2008 @ 7:54 am
And you know if you took leave before he was finished… he’d still finish. Men are like that.
Comment by Hyphen Mama — April 25, 2008 @ 4:50 pm
ha ha, you two crack me up
Comment by warriorwitch — April 25, 2008 @ 10:13 pm
Gawd, no manners whatsoever!
I dig “crapitude”, thank you for the new word, Witchypoo!
Comment by Goddess in the Groove — April 27, 2008 @ 5:19 am
Gday!
I’ve tagged you with a MeMe….
Sorry if you hate em!
G
xx
Comment by Myst — April 27, 2008 @ 8:20 am