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February 3, 2013 / mrsdeboots

There’s nothing worse than feeling sorry for yourself. Except maybe diarrhea.

I’m feeling very down in the dumps. So in order to make myself laugh, I mentioned diarrhea. As I have said before, I am an 8th grade boy in sense of humor, and mentions of diarrhea and farts are always a go to cheer up line.

Friends text: I am so busy I don’t know what to do. Too many things going on, work, kids, laundry , housework. Nothing worse that being busy cleaning a bunch of mess I didn’t make.

Me: true. Not much worse than being busy cleaning others shit. Expect maybe being busy having diarrhea.

Friends text: hahahaha ha!!

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My most popular thing on my phone? Poop. Followed by guns, knives, and a blowing wind, which I use often to represent a fart.

So after crying in various hide outs (shower, laundry room, etc) as to not let my son see, I’ve ended up with swollen eyes and a dermatitic reaction to my own tears. Wtf.

Ok, says google searchers, where the mother hell under all this bitching is the to gabba gabba stuff?

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Make flower balls. In the right colors, of course, duh.

If you don’t know how, google it. I’m not doing to great on this DIY.

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Draw the appropriate facial parts, most of which I’ve noticed are slightly cross eyed, except for muno, natch. Cause, you know..

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Then cut them out and attach. I hot glued mine cause I just love to use it. And burn the holy fuck out of my fingers.

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I think they came out better than the ones I was sent from Pinterest, no offense to the original creator, I just think plex looks stupid.

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I haven’t done Brobee yet, because I cannot stand him, as far as my tolerance for large, possibly stoned puppets go. With his constant frown and unibrow, he reminds me of too many people I know.

Are you happy now?

Now back to me and my crankiness.

I’m feeling, in order of personal importance:
*unattractive
*sad my baby is already 2 (tomorrow)
*old
*that my “artistic talent” is lame
*lumpy
*that my needs and wants are constantly perceived as unimportant and therefore invalid and/or ignored.

It’s bullshit. I hate PMS.

So I tried to fix number 3 by working on something I feel is legit

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And just when I got into it, I had to stop.

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