It’s that time again! Time to get some ranting off my chest. Of course in the most passive aggressive way possible, some kinda sorta anonymous letters sent out into the cyber world. Have a complaint against humanity? Feel free to play along.
I understand that you are an over grown man child, perhaps not quite in control of your 16 year old arms and legs. They do look to be rather long and gangly. I also understand that this dance recital in well into it’s second hour of dance pieces filled with little people that you do not know, so this might be boring for your teenage mind. What I do not understand is why you are not picking up on my not quite so subtle death stares that I keep sending your way. You need to STOP kicking my seat before I lose it in front of that girlfriend you are currently failing to impress. Sit still young man.
The woman who has now given you three dirty looks and one heavy sigh.
You really were the life of the party last night. You laughed until you cried and we giggled right along with you. You ate, you drank, you might have even danced a little. It was fun right? I really do wish you had accepted my generous offer to get you an Advil and some water, however, you did not. So here we are on a Sunday afternoon at 3pm, the “we have to get this stuff done before we go away list” is a freakin mile long, BUT you are still feeling just a little under the weather. Dear Hubby of mine, my sympathy for this self Induced flu has warn off. Chug a water, chase it with some coffee and get your behind outside. You can sleep again when the sun goes down.
Sorry Not Sorry That You Just Can’t Party Like You Used TO