Friday Flip-Offs *Ahem*

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… Continue reading

Friday Flip-Offs

As you all know, I have been waiting all week for today. My first edition of “Friday Flipoffs” and it feels soooo good. So… I’m gonna skip the BS and get right to the flipping!

To that one abnoxious drunk girl at every party – FLIP OFF! You know who you are. If you don’t know one of these, then it is you. You waste all of the beer with your flailing about, you ruin every song with your hooting and hollering, and good god… YES, we all know that; “Oh my god, you are so drunk right now!”

To the law of gravity – FLIP OFF! You spend your days searching for poor, unsuspecting souls to bring your wrath upon. You pray on the hard working and the weak. You are so obviously sexist – where are the men with nipples hanging out the bottom of their shirts?? You think we don’t know. You think we aren’t on to you. Be afraid gravity, we are on to your little game and we are ready for battle with our creams and our knifes. You will not win.

To my arm flaps – FLIP OFF! You have no use. You are ugly, you are a waste of space. You just hang out, waiting for me to lift my arms so you can flap around like there’s some sort of party going on that no one but you knows about. Well, I hope you’re enjoying yourself under there. I hope you’re really livin’ it up. ‘Cause no longer, my friend. No longer. Kiss your ass goodbyel

Thanks to Gigi over at Kludgy Mom for bringing Friday Flip-Offs to the wonderful world of blogging!