okay- it's psycho-bitch day.
It started with the weather- ice and sleet early this morning. The college is closed, my husband stayed home from work, and though her school is open- the daughter refused to get up (and daddy dear encouraged her by not caring) and is still asleep at noon- BUT she has to go in at 2:00 for Vocal Music Theater and then there is a fashion show tonight (which I probably should attend)
Now, you might say- oh, how cute! Family time!
No, my back hurts (bad sleep), I have to get her up and drive her (he won't), and guess who says "What's for lunch?" when I finally make my way to the other side of pain?
I dunno. Maybe I should kill them and go to jail. I could write poetry, get published, have celebrity backing, go on Oprah when I get out. I wouldn't have trouble being somebody's bitch- I am now!
more later (I hope) and just so you know- I really do love my family!
No killing today! (I need to wash my hair- I don't want a hideous jailhouse picture)
amd BTW, TS-
1866, Amer.Eng. (popularized c.1870 by a Christy Minstrel song), perhaps a reduplication of hunkey "all right, satisfactory" (1861), from hunk "in a safe position" (1847) New York City slang, from Du. honk "goal, home," from M.Du. honc "place of refuge, hiding place." A theory from 1876, however, traces it to Honcho dori, said to be a street in Yokohama, Japan, where sailors went for diversions of the sort sailors enjoy.
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