80 days….
If there is some grand lesson I’m supposed to be learning from all this, you and God can both shove it.
Some dipshit said to me today that “we learn from life’s hardships”.
Well fuck that.
I flatly refuse to learn anything from this complete and utter cock-up of our lives.
OUR lives. Plural.
You got to die. I get to live. Both options are crap.
A learning experience it ain’t.
So no thanks – you can take your lessons on counting my blessings or patience or resilience or whatever the fuck I’m supposed to be learning and jam it.
That is all.
Except for the fact that I love you (and God), even when I’m cross!
XA
Letters to my husband 
very interesting post here. I just happened upon it. I’m trying to understand the connection of your last line with the rest of your post.??? Maybe I should read your other posts for context.
It’s a private joke between G and me. This blog is full of them.
Oh, the things dipshits say. I was minding my own business the other day, and a stranger told me I’d be prettier if I smiled. I wanted to wring his scrawny neck. 🙂
Yep – some days you can smile at the dipshits and other days you just want to say “I’d think your IQ was higher if you just stopped talking now”
… but you are right – neck-wringing would probably be even more effective….
People don’t know what to say. That’s the way of it, and so they say unhelpful things. Me included.
Never you Debby. You lift me up. Always.
You tell ’em, girl!
And stamp on your dipshit’s toes. Hard. Silly bugger.