But it doesn't seem to be anything that can't be solved by a little Please Fire Me and my new favorite, Shit My Kids Ruined. Now if only I had some chocolate...
Gems from Please Fire Me. I can relate to ALL of these, because they happened to me at one time or another:
- Please fire me. My boss regularly strolls into my office to have “a quick meeting” five minutes before I leave, which always last at least an hour.
- Please fire me. I had to teach my boss what it means to, and how, to copy and paste.
- Please fire me. I start dreading the Monday morning meeting on Friday night.
- Please fire me. Today I was reprimanded for doing exactly what my boss asked me to. When I reminded him that he had sent this request to me in email he said, “Well, you should know by now that’s not really what I meant.”
- Please fire me. You sent me five texts at 6 a.m. I don’t start work until 8:30.
- Please fire me. I can not decipher an email from my boss, which only read: “Wireless is less important please me now important”.
And introducing Shit My Kids Ruined. Speaking as someone who has ALWAYS wanted kids (my first dream job was to be a mom), this site is actually pretty good birth control.
The writing's on the table: "My dad is a ass."
How could you be mad at that sweet little face?
Animal Abuse, part one: poor puppy.
That kid is thinking, "Hmm, I have a straight shot to Momma's OTHER eye."
Animal Abuse, part two: Who says pitbulls don't take any crap?
(Disclaimer: I'm well aware that pitbulls can be vicious dogs. However, if trained to love and NOT fight, as this one obviously was, they are not horrible animals.)
This one is the icing on the cake. This is seriously my WORST parenting fear. I don't care that it is going to hurt like hell to give birth. I just can't deal with vomit. Poor baby. But really... poor Daddy.
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