I’ve been off tumblr for 36 hours. This is a record for me. Sadly, I have 0 interest on catching up and less interest in posting. (actually, reverse that).

Anyway - I’m out. For a while. probably 5 minutes. My intentions are good.

Seeing blurry photos reblogged seven times is not my idea of a good time.

Listening to drunken antics, listening to what people yelled at strangers humiliate and degrade them, listening to how much people loved each other is really annoying.

So shut the fuck up and tell me what matters: who had sexy time and who got punched.

When someone would rather risk deportation than continue working for your company, perhaps it’s time to rethink your corporate culture.

Craig has Informed me that the couple we auditioned this weekend did not pass muster.

We both adore the wife, but the husband was a douche.

We are hard to please.

So if you recall from my other blog, last week Eli’s teacher lost her baby. Apparently, the baby had a heart condition, and died minutes after birth - although they tried to revive her for 15 minutes.

But that’s not the point.

Today I am discussing this with a friend of mine who I think is self centered and a one upper on a good day. Here is what she said;

THAT COULD HAVE BEEN ME.

Um. Who the fuck says that? Someone lost their baby and you say, that could have been you? Granted, she had a baby last month as well - and apparently the baby had a heart condition (although she is perfectly fine now). But still - is that really something you want to one up someone else on?

I didn’t think so.

Nothing like a huge black guy with a booming voice in the women’s bathroom to scare the shit out of you.

I love you Kevin, but put a fucking sign on the door when you’re working in there!

I ran into a friend of mine today.  This friend also happens to be Craig’s boss.  

She was acting really weird.  Not warm and friendly and chatty, but kind of stand offish and a little phony.  Like she had nothing to say.  Normally it would have been a hug, a how are you, a lets do lunch…. none of that.

So I asked her if she was Ok, because she seemed mad or upset and was it me.  She said she wasn’t but I had a nagging feeling.

I’m wouldn’t care if she was mad at me.  I wouldn’t care if we weren’t friends.  She is a LOT of work as a friend.  She’s high maintenance, sensitive and demanding.  I can’t take people like that in my life, it’s too much.  I like my family, my kids, my husband.  I don’t want girls nights out all the time, or trips to the city, or constant calls and texts.  I’ve been pleased that she’s pulled away since Craig started working there.

What I can’t handle is my husband job being at stake.  He hates it so much.  He hates working for her husband.  Their benefits are AWFUL (they don’t even offer disability!).  I know he wants to leave, but it’s a job and it pays the bills.  So we have to be careful.

I’m sure when he does leave, she will never speak to me again.  Even though we run in the same circles, live in the same neighborhood and have some of the same friends.  So, that will be fun.  But it will be a lot less awkward if he quits than if screws him over at work.  

See, nothing good comes from business with friends.  Nothing. Ever.  

I’m trying to stay off of tumblr on the weekends. I’ll probably post if I have something I need to say, but I won’t sit for hours scrolling my dash.

Morning coffee time doesn’t count.

I need to read more books, play with my kids and disconnect on the weekends.

It’s totally fine while I’m at work. It’s a welcome distraction. But at home, it’s a waste of time.

Of course, I’ll check in on you because you have a piece of my heart. But screw everyone else.

Having lunch with a friend who is boring as fuck. Then going for a brazillian.

Not sure which will be more painful.

We need new couple friends. 

We are currently *auditioning* couples to add to our repertoire of date nights.  Since we only go out every three months or so, this is a very tedious process.

It’s so hard to find people in this town that are funny, lively and aren’t BORING AS FUCK.

*Fine* doesn’t cut it anymore.  It costs a fortune to go out for a night on the town.  I want it to be worth it.

BTW - a night on the town with us is dinner at 5 and home by 9.  We party hard.  Sitters are expensive, movies are bullshit, laughter is free.  Food is good. 

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