Yesterday, was just not one of my best days. It wasn’t fun. Maybe it was some kind of holiday blues.

Last night I went out to dinner with the kids and my babies daddy. Which was very nice but because I was stuffed, there was none of the normal Saturday night, taco bell or frosted flake excitement here at my house. 

I got home before 7, plopped on the couch and pouted for a few minutes.

I get bored easily, so it wasn’t long before I pulled out my notebook, and started plotting sweet revenge on all that have caused me harm this week. 

Within a few minutes I was doing the crazy lady Laughing Out Loud, which quickly led to literal Rolling On The Floor Laughing My F…ing Ass Off (I haven’t decided yet if I want to be dropping a lot of F-bombs on my blog. I would do a poll but it seems my daughter is the only one who votes.  By the way Wednesday and Pugsley won, more on that later), again all by myself.

Since I was off the couch anyway I went ahead and starting making up my own “ultimate revenge cheer” Spartan cheerleader style, followed by a little bit of beat boxing and freestyling that my dog really seemed to like (she is deaf. not def! deaf).

By the time I was done, so was my bottle of wine, and SNL was the Gerard Butler (coincidentally, a different Spartan) rerun, which made for some pretty sweet dreams (FYI, more wine and the 300 dvd are on my wish list this year).

While my Saturday nights, with no kids, are pretty awesome in the moment, I’m starting to regret things in the morning.

 

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