I Think I’d Like To Punch Him In The Face
Man, I feel like today has plowed me over, chewed me up, shat on me and called me a snotty bitch. I just put NikkiZ to sleep and was contemplating bed myself. At 8:30pm. Because I’m tired, achy and bitchy. I’m in a kicking puppies and yelling at babies kind of mood. Do you get those moods? Where you just want to do a bit of ass kicking before calling it a day? You don’t? Just me? Hmmm. Maybe 9 months without a beer is tougher on me than I originally thought it would be.
Luckily, I checked my Google Reader before drop kicking small furry animals across the street. I found a link from The Bloggess to this most terribly addictive image generator. After venting my irritation and general bad-moodiness on this little paper clip, I’m feeling much better. Thank you.
Dude, it seems like that’s the general feeling for today. What happened to Fridays being fun and awesome? Today was not one of those days.
I’ve had plenty of those types of days myself! In fact, it looks like tonight might be turning into one of them right now! But I hope you have a better weekend, at least!
Oh man, I’m right there with you.
The AC in my car broke just as it hit the 90s today and I spent ONE HOUR at Destination Maternity (aka destination insanity) and walked out with exactly nothing.
Sorry you had a crap day
I hope you’re asleep now, and dreaming of happy things. That clippy thing is absolutely hysterical though. I’d definitely go with punching him in the face. Heck, I want to do that on a good day 
Oh yes I have those days.
And man, I miss beer.
isn’t that clippy guy fabulous when you can tell him where to stick his offers of help? I love it!
Hope your weekend treats you better than today did.
I have those days, and I currently have the equivalent of oh, 7 beers in me. But an ass-kicking sounds like fun right about now. So know that it might not be the lack of beer (though, there is little that a cold beer cannot improve) and just … life or something.
I really ought to go to bed, but I need to drink water. Want me to drink a beer or seven for you tomorrow night? I’m totally willing to do so. And next weekend, as well.
Also, you can kick my ass at anytime, mentally, if you should so desire.
I’d like to kick that paper clip’s ass…it knows better than to hang around my monitor.
I call those “take things back without a receipt” moods.
Ack! Clippy… one of the many reasons I stopped using Word.
It’s something in the air. Out here in SoCal we’re feeling it, too. Last week I went to bed around 7:30 one night because I couldn’t find the “reset day” button and that was as close as I could get.
What was it about yesterday that made it so unbelievably craptastic? My children were the devil’s spawn for most of the day. And about eleventy-bajillion other things went wrong to add to the stress I was feeling.
Bah.
I’m so glad it is Saturday.
I want to punch that paperclip in the crotch.
Where exactly is the crotch on a paperclip?
Fantastic clippy!