Thursday, July 14, 2011
Kiss my Ass
Coping skills can kiss my ass.
I just felt like saying that this morning.
I have a sticker in my foot, husband has a thorn.
My blood pressure is high, his is higher.
Husband can kiss my ass.
My son in law?
For reasons I won't go into....can kiss my ass.
The bank, the pharmacy, the internet provider, the lady two houses down, the doctors receptionist, the tall guy at the gas station, the cashier at convenience store.....all of them can kiss my ass.
What was God thinking when he put hair on our heads?
Did he not realize the hours of agonizing time that we would have to spend during our life to make it "do something?"
Ya know, I can just feel like crap for so many days and then I can't take it anymore. Evidently, six days is my limit. Any amount of painful fretting and pacing I've done has never helped my daughter before and it won't now. God ALWAYS knows what I need......but I have to stop wallowing in my fear and ask him for help.
Oh...and FEAR.....yes, can kiss my ass.