Well… The truth is… I realized (after a few comments from those we won’t point out and those we won’t speak of) that my blog is sort of a b!tchfest.

But they were good stories right? My stories have much more life when I write cranky. Maybe it’s years of practice, I don’t know, but I’m just really good at b!tching.

So, now when I sit down to write my nightly post this is what my list looks like:

Friggin Wichita drivers
Idiot cashiers
Relatives I’ve always wanted to punch in the face
Donnie doesn’t like my new show… Wait I might use that one.

Then, I think, “my life is so boring without my petty, overly dramatized experiences.” Example: Donnie and I will go out to dinner, and I’ll use the ladies room, when I return he always asks (almost sarcastically), “What happened?” Because, chances are, I will have had some sort of petty, overly dramatized experience between the table and the restroom.

So, there you have it, folks. That’s my excuse. I won’t be using it anymore though. You’re gonna get all the juicy details because if I don’t b!tch to you, then to whom? (Donnie just said “not it”)

Nuh-uh! That lady from State Farm did not just call me again! You suck at your job State Farm.

See! These are the types posts you can look forward to–I understand if you unsubscribe 😉