I left my cell phone in the car all weekend long. I missed phone calls from many friends. I stink. I don’t deserve a cell.
I know that we all deserve to spend a weekend alone. Hubby actually was very ill from food poisoning. But it’s so sad to check your messages early Monday morning and hear all the people that were trying to find you. I feel crummy.
I promise to be better about my cell. I promise to check my voicemail. If you know me – then you know that I NEVER listen to voicemail – I’m more of a text message/email gal… but this is going to change. I will glue my cell on my forehead.
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I find you to be a f*cking cunt. I hope there is a special place in hell for a b*tch like you. You never deserved to have children. Here ...
3 comments:
You never told me Vijay had food poisoning!
Really? I could of sworn I did. He undercooked his sausage and was a sick all weekend.
Oh no, sugar, you left that out! Poor Vijay!
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