I've been a busy little bitch for quite some time now. Mina's doing well in kindergarten and has adjusted to the long days. Audrey's loving preschool, and I'm enjoying a few hours of quiet here and there.
I'm planning a trip to Italy for summer and I've been getting lots more tattoo work done. I'll have half sleeves sometime in the near future. If I ever getting around to unloading the camera, I'll post some pictures.
Other than that, I'm still as boring as ever.
A couple of days ago, I was at the grocery store with Jim and Audrey, trying to do a quick run for essentials. As far as I'm concerned, wine is an "essential", and anyone who says differently is probably a sour old coot...
Kind of like the sour old coot couple who shot me the most unpleasant of looks as they passed me by.
Maybe they didn't like the cut of my jib. I happen to think my jib is fucking fantastic, but I might be alone on that one.
I didn't think we were in their way. Audrey was being adorable and well-behaved, and I think we were giggling about something when I looked up and Ma and Pa Grumpypants stopped, horrified at the sight of me. Jim was a little ways ahead of us, so he didn't catch it.
I even said "excuse me" as we passed even though there was more than two feet of room between us. I'm nothing if not fucking polite.
My theory, and I could be wrong, was that they were confused by a tattooed Mom. Sounds stupid, right?
The woman half of the couple was dressed in a high-collared button down blouse and long black skirt. She also had a tightly wound doily covered bun. If we were a time zone over, I'd say Amish but my guess is Apostolic Christian.
Add old and AC together with not old and "different" and you've got yourself a storm of cuntastic magnitude.
So, I smiled politely and kissed my daughter on the head knowing that that horrible old pinchyface had to go home and get ready for her daily self-flagellation...or whatever it is AC's do on a Monday afternoon.
Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Grumpypants, a woman covered in tattoos and 4 bottles of wine in her grocery basket can still be a good person and a good mother.
For Your Scrapbook
- ► 2008 (100)
- I survived
- All the credit, none of the blame
- I Stand Corrected
- I Worship at the Church of Dateline
- Oh My
- "Fuck you, you sloppy nobody!"
- Limited Time Offer--Act Now!!
- I found it charming.
- Italy by way of Pooptown and Shitsburg
- Fuck you Barbie
- Happy Columbus Day!
- Ciao, suckahs!
- Weighing In
- Lowering the Bar
- Whiny kids and poop
- And now I'm back...from outer space....
- ▼ October (17)