Bitch and Moan Monday

Good evening, LDs. Everyone know what day it is?

It's Bitch and Moan Monday!

Yay!

Like Kisha, I generally try to be a happy person, and I uber-hate confrontations. But sometimes rainbows and fucking glitter have to take a backseat to fire and brimstone and the half-evil side of me coming out (Mr Realist thinks I need a 333 tattoo). It's why I'm romantically involved with Kisha's B&M Monday. I save up some nuggets of brimstone and tongues of flame, and let them all go on Mondays. It's a perfect fucking day to bitch. Mondays suck most of the time.

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How many of you caught a cold over the winter? Normally, I get one big cold - snotty head, chest congestion, and on occasion, have had to go get enough antibiotics to kill a small, third-world country of all its disease. This past winter? Two small colds, nothing to shake a stick at.

LDs, any time this comes around, I can usually power through it - dope myself up on DayQuil and NyQuil (and it has to be the green-death fucking flavor; cherry makes me want to barf ropy goat chunks) and lozenges and ibuprofen and hot tea and chicken noodle soup with peanut butter sandwiches (don't knock it till you've tried it) and sweat the shit out at night.

But Mother Nature's got to be a fucking cunt this year and give it to me the end. of. June. right. before. July.

Mama, are you kidding me? I've been miserable since Thursday. Temperature running between 98 and 99. Before you tell me that's not possible, hear me out: my normal body temp when I'm perfectly healthy is a flat 96 degrees. I've not had a sickie temp over 100 since I was in college, and that almost ended me up in hospital. On the off hand, explain this one: my hands and feet rarely get cold. I've been known to walk out in 3+ inches of snow in flip flops. I am a space heater. It's why I have to get into bed first in the winter and why I could live in Alaska.

Anyway, back to Mama being a twathole. I think I've consumed a bottle of DayQuil, one of NyQuil, a bag of lozenges, enough tea to float me to England and ibuprofen to knock out the same third-world country from before. I just hope I'm feeling better and not so coughey tomorrow. Fuckin' Eclipse opens at midnight:01 tomorrow night, and I gots my ticketses!

So, LDs, what's got you Bitching and Moaning on this OMFG-gorgeous Monday here in the Midwest? Step in dogpoo out in the yard? Youngest kid put the hose in the open windows of your car to 'cool it off, mama'? Or has your day gone beautifully (bitch)?

Let me know...let us all know.

Heepwah, and be safe out there.

Your coughey

Ms Dreamer

PS: if you've ever seen someone live/in a movie smoking pot, and after they've inhaled the smoke and they're holding it in their lungs and they get the snorty coughs because they don't want to cough or exhale yet? Yeah, it's how I just sounded. :)

PPS: If you've noticed, I've changed a bit. I'm no longer Mrs. Dreamer - that's in no way a reflection of Mr. Realist. I am still happily married to him. But since I'm still my own person, I'm Ms. Dreamer now. I loves my Mr. Realist. He needs to come back here for a snuggle.

PPPS: Mama Nature? GTFO.