December 18, 2006

Umemployment + PMS = Disasterous Equation

Yes folks, I am PMSing adding my unemployed status to that and you have yourself and very unpleasant situation.

My moods are swinging so fast even the puppies are hiding.

I nearly jumped over the counter at the Bank and killed the teller because they had run out of money, it's a god damn bank, how the hell do you run out of money.

Talked with Mr Weenie just now and he said something about finding some protective armour. And Mr Weenie always seems to say something stupid when he knows he should stop talking and just hand chocolate to me. It's like it's impossible for him not to say something to unleash the beast, even after I warn him about the lurking beast too.

Excuse me while I go make another batch of brownies.

Posted by Quality Weenie at December 18, 2006 10:57 AM | TrackBack

Drop by ready to leave all kinds of witty comments. Read the entry. Sneak quiety away, dropping Hershey bars.

Posted by: Peter at December 18, 2006 11:51 AM

Boy, do I understand!

Turtle Cake! That's what you need. Tammi's recipe!

Send the hubby away!

Posted by: Sissy at December 18, 2006 02:00 PM

Uh, this could be bad then.

Tag You're it!

Posted by: Contagion at December 18, 2006 08:06 PM

Hello Quality Weenie! So nice to meet you.

I did my walk of shame from one of GM's suppliers on November 6th.

Good luck finding something new. Maybe we should chat and compare notes on who's hiring.


Posted by: Espresso Bean at December 18, 2006 10:22 PM

I can be found hiding behind the life-sized chocolate bunny. To get to me, you must eat your way through.

Posted by: Ogre at December 19, 2006 10:54 AM

*leaves truckload of chocolate*


Posted by: Harvey at December 22, 2006 12:32 AM