Yes, I realize that I am a bit late on the “Friday Flip-Offs.” I am, however, a firm believer in “better late than never.” The truth is, I’ve been sick as hell and in a horrible mood. Which, typically wouldn’t stop me from writing one doozie of a ranting post, but quite frankly if I started flipping shit off on Friday, I’d still be writing that same post today.

So, I’ve been a little bitchy… and my husband hasn’t missed an opportunity to point this fact out. Good call on that one, right? ‘Cause there’s nothing that makes a woman in a shitty mood in an even shittier mood than her husband pointing out the fact that she’s in a shitty mood. ‘Course, I already knew my attitude status prior to his decision to throw gas on the already well–lit fire. I’m not sure exactly what it was that tipped me off, maybe the toilet paper balls stuffed so far up my nostrils I had the quilted pattern imprinted on the back of my throat. Then again, I guess it could have been the 6 inch spiked nail it felt as though I had jammed in-between my eyes. Whatever “it” was, or is, today’s flipping is written in dedication of it. ‘Cause “it” deserves one big ass middle finger straight up in the air. So, let the flipping begin…

To the bug that decided to invade my body and pitch a tent – FLIP OFF! You ruined my weekend. You ruined my morning. You are a worthless excuse for a living creature. You have no regard for those that you have hurt or affected. You are a waste of space, a waste of life, and a waste of good cold medicine. I suggest you pack your bags, you are on your way out. Come hell or high water.

*****The next Flip-Off is courtesy of Scott. Because since I started doing “Flip-Off” Friday, I cannot leave the house without hearing; “THAT totally needs a Flip-Off!” at every annoying, obnoxious event that comes our way.*****

To the people in the fast lane going well below the speed limit –FLIP OFF! So, we know that this is Idaho. We also know that generally speaking, Idahoans don’t realize that there is actually a fast lane, a slow lane, and an undecided lane (as I like to call it). Now, when all three lanes are moving along at the exact same speed, it defeats the purpose of having 3 lanes. You see, if we all went the same speed, we could easily travel along nicely in the one lane. The problem is not that we want you to fly like a bat-out-of-hell, but at the very least, the speed limit would be nice. I will stay tuned for your version of FLIP-OFFS, where I’m sure “To the jackass’ that flew past me laughing and pointing – FLIP-OFF” will be featured.