Muthafuqua

Mr Woog bought me a black puffer vest for my birthday yesterday.  He said he does not want me to feel left out when I watch the Woogettes at their tennis lessons. He gave it to me with a smile that smacked of smirk. Felt like smacking him…….

Later that day I picked up Harry from tennis camp.  I had to collect him a little early as we needed to go and watch Jack’s Performing Princesses Concert which was quite simply put, one of the most painful experiences of my life.  Anyway,  I called out to Harry in a banshee like manner “COME ON” and he started across the court towards me.  A puffer vester was standing next to me and she looked at me and said.

“If you take him now,  then there is a chance he will not get through to the quarter finals!” complete with a look of horror…

WHAT THE FUCK! PISS OFF PLEASE YOU SNOOTY COW. IT IS JUNIOR TENNIS,  NOT THE AUSTRALIAN OPEN……….

Judgemental, competitive, puffy cow…..

Oh,  and speaking of irrational hatred,  I hate cars that have these on the back of them.

I pointed it out to Mrs Finlayson yesterday. She asked why I hated them so much.  I told her I did not know,  but I just did. She told me she was getting them for her car. I am going to key her car if she does…..

This blog post is a little rambling.

And that is because I have a seedy muthafuqua hangover due to Mr Woog and my shenanigans last night.  Drinks at White Hart (epic fun) then dinner at Blue Plate (epic fail). He has just bought me a coffee (epic love)

Anyway,  I must take my leave dear cyberspace,  because as an added bonus to my mundane life,  I am taking Jack to the hospital today for surgery.

Muthafuqua grommets.

Do you hate stickers on the back of cars depicting entire families?  Or is it just me….