If it catches my eye, you're gonna hear about it.
We are here in NYC and I love it. LOVE IT!!
But my boys are driving me nuts!! They’re fighting and hitting and B is throwing his guilt trip whenever he can.
I was able to disengage quite nicely as I’m known for being a hot head, so bonus!
But these little asses are only wanting to do the same things we did last time. I don’t damn it!! I want new shit. New experiences and new fuckin food!!
Last time Y and I got up early every morning and went for coffee, just the two of us. So far all we’ve done is search do food for these ungrateful, unoriginal brats.
Next time, just Y and I. And tomorrow night, we. are. going. the. fuck. out.
I’m done complaining. Pray for me. Better yet, pray for my children…that I don’t slap the shit outta them and get thrown in NYC jail.
I literally just ran, RAN! from my Dr.’s office down 3 floors, across the parking lot to my desired shady spot-about 30 yards and into my son’s sparring class with the plastic strap from my OB-GYN paper gown….hanging out of the back of my pants.
I’m so damn sexy, I can’t freakin stand it…..