I am looking forward to plotting my husband's grisly death. He brought home a carton of sugar free ice cream. Vanilla packed with chocolate swirls and itty-bitty peanut butter cups. The man has to die. Granted, I am capable of saying no. I didn't go too nuts. I actually had a lot less than I thought I would but I should have made it none. Lord give me strength. And ideas.
Okay, on to BYOC.
1. What kind of laundry detergent do you use?
Whatever is on sale and I have a coupon for. Purex is really good (seriously, have you tried it?) All, Whisk, ERA. Tide is good stuff but drastically over priced, in my opinion so I only buy it if it is on super marked down sale and I have a big coupon, which almost never happens.
2. If you had the ability, strength and moment to tell one person on this Earth something that you've never said before - what would it be and to whom would you say it?
I would tell my cousin _ just how much damage he did to me when I was a child. How his selfish actions so utterly devastated me. How his evil urges had lasting implications against which I still struggle to this day. I would also love , after blasting him with all of that to ask him if his moments of whatever he got out if it was worth the damage he did. (The other evil S.O.B. is dead.)
3. Picture question! Take a picture of a pair of shoes you wore this week!
I own one pair of shoes. My old Reebok walking shoes. We have all seen pictures of walking shoes through the years. I hardly think that a photograph of mine is necessary.
4. Repeat question. Summarize your week in blog world and in real life this week!
In blog world I am going through a writer's block-y time and suffering from being boring and having little to say. But I am reading daily and commenting when I don't panic and hit the back button. (Which has been happening more and more often, lately.
In real life, things are what they are. I am having good days and the last couple not so good days but I am carrying on and not giving up or letting my idiocy defeat me. I am just trying to keep life on an even keel.
Fuck! How the hell do I get my font and colour back to normal? I still haven't figured that one out. I copy and paste the blue bold and I am stuck with it for the rest of my entry. Stoopid Blogger. Stoopid me.
I am having my second cup of java and my sunblock is sinking in to my skin. I am planning to go out for a nice walk, here in a few. I need exercise and some fresh air. And if I don't get out of this fucking house, one way or the other I am going to go in-fucking-sane. (Before anyone suggests I go get a job, a couple of things... One, I am still too fat to be hirable (IMO) and we are in Ch. 13. Any increase in household income would result in either modification of our plan, taking every penny I earned away from us to be paid to the estate or if we exceeded this state's means test, our case could be dismissed. Also, the job market in this area is abyssmal, to put it nicely and anything I would be able to find would hardly cover gas, clothes and so forth, if every penny weren't taken by our Trustee. So that is that for that. ;))
Okay. I am wrung out. Can't think of anything else to say, right now. I am nicely caffeinated and I think I want to go walk, so I will catch all you lovely folks, later.