FFS Friday

Dear Baby G and co are at it again with their weekly first world whine... so let's get into it shall we?

Blogger wants me to switch to Google Chrome and is driving me mad with the constant pop up telling me so Every. Single. Time. I Click. On. A. Page. When I clicked Dismiss the first time, I meant it. Bugger off Blogger. FFS.

WonderMan cost me more money than I made last month. This is what in financial terms is called a liability and should be culled. The banker in me is nodding her head vigorously. So is the shoe shopper who has worked herself into the ground for the last four weeks. I am so damn over working for nothing. FFS.

I'm getting the guilt trip from SuperGranny for sending Tiger to her house sick. 

1) She wasn't sick when I sent her. 

2) SG would have ripped my head off if I thought she was sick and cancelled her trip.

 I cannot win. FFS.

Tiger's school photos came back and she's making a face or chewing her lip or something. Surely they can fucking take a second fucking picture?? Especially when charging $50 for the privilege of having unusable pictures. FFS.

I am three weeks away from a month with no work. Being a temp sucks big hairy fucking balls. FFS.

I said something on an online forum and now the paper wants to do a story on our family, including photo. To say I am slightly freaking out is a lie. I am terrified. FFS.

I could not remember writing it at all, and had to print out the discussion so I have some idea what I'm supposed to say. FFS.

We have to wait for TEN payment summaries before we can do our tax this year. I forsee completion of said tax return sometime in the year 2020. FFS.

The $100 light on the turtle tank has stopped working. FFS.

It got so cold last night the ducting wouldn't work and the gas heater starter stopped sparking. FFS.

Frog got into my bed in the middle of the night and put her freezing cold icicle feet on my legs and her icy hands around my neck for a cuddle. FFS.

 I haven't been blogging or hanging around Twitter too much because I spend my days perpetually angry and about to lose my shit. Right now when I need you all the most, I can't trust myself not to explode and shower you in my bullshit life. FFS.

Please send rainbows and unicorn farts by express post.