Doesn't Suck: Spending an hour and a half roaming Barnes & Noble, blissfully child free. With a $25 gift card burning a hole in my wallet.
Sucks: Spending $30 above and beyond said gift card.
Doesn't Suck: Cheesecake Factory Cheesecake
Sucks: That the Chai tea you asked for to have with said cheesecake came as a Venti Chai Latte. With a fuckload of sugar.
Doesn't Suck: Letting the remnants of a roasted chicken simmer for hours to make stock.
Sucks: Spilling 32 ounces of it all over the kitchen floor. And your leg. Hot chicken stock, did I mention the hot bit? At midnight. While your cat decides to take a wet, runny, holy-god-what-crawled-up-your-ass-and- died shit in the corner. Not in his litter box, mind, just in the corner. While simultaneously hawking up a hair ball. And glaring at you like it's all. your. fault.
Just fucking shoot me if I ever laugh at someone else's karmic ass bite again, ok? Because all that chicken stock/cat shit/hairball thing? Happened about fifteen minutes after I posted the karma post.
I'm going to drown my sorrows in a glass of wine and a little Good Eats.
Sucks: Spending $30 above and beyond said gift card.
Doesn't Suck: Cheesecake Factory Cheesecake
Sucks: That the Chai tea you asked for to have with said cheesecake came as a Venti Chai Latte. With a fuckload of sugar.
Doesn't Suck: Letting the remnants of a roasted chicken simmer for hours to make stock.
Sucks: Spilling 32 ounces of it all over the kitchen floor. And your leg. Hot chicken stock, did I mention the hot bit? At midnight. While your cat decides to take a wet, runny, holy-god-what-crawled-up-your-ass-and- died shit in the corner. Not in his litter box, mind, just in the corner. While simultaneously hawking up a hair ball. And glaring at you like it's all. your. fault.
Just fucking shoot me if I ever laugh at someone else's karmic ass bite again, ok? Because all that chicken stock/cat shit/hairball thing? Happened about fifteen minutes after I posted the karma post.
I'm going to drown my sorrows in a glass of wine and a little Good Eats.
8 comments:
I totally feel for you. I am not laughing. I am afraid of karma.
not to worry, I think the karma chain was broken when you left the Target.
The catshitchickenstock incident?
happenstance.
And why the hell were you making stock at midnight?
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving tomorrow!! May everything turn out as you imagine it to.
So sorry :)
I will not laugh as I seem to have the proverbial black cloud following me around.
Karma is a cruel bitch but I didn't know she was that cruel. Hope your leg is okay.
I hope your leg is ok, as well.
I hope you have a wonderful dinner tomorrow!
Well, I was going to say spending money at B&N is never bad, but the rest... I'm sorry. REally. I'd join you for some wine if you were closer, and Misterpie would be all over the Good Eats thing. he looooves Alton Brown. I think he would leave me for Alton, but he won't say so. Which is nice.
There's karma, and then there is just life.
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