Am I the only one who has had to add "squidge," "sh!t," "dammit," "freakin'," "frickin'," "F-ing" (and all their variations) to my email spell checker? Got sick of trying to email-cuss with my spell checker (which clearly does not understand modern techno-slang) holding me back every time. Yes, I was trying to email Desert Rat Ena about the numbers on the New Digital this morning. How is it I was under 115 more than a week ago, and now I can't get under 116 and my squidge is bigger than EVER (Am I pregnant? [There is some precedent for immaculate conception if you believe the baby Jesus story, which I must say is one of my biggest problems with Christianity -- really Mary? You didn't roll in the hay with ANYONE?] Do I have an enormous tummy tumor? I'd almost be happy to have cancer -- "Whew, what a relief -- I thought it was FAT!") And I had YET ANOTHER SALAD today. Frickin' scale. Frickin' salads. (See what I mean?)
Well, it's the weekend again, and I'ma go have me some frickin' wine. And I'd BETTER BE SKINNY TOMORROW DAMMIT!
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