Ranting

Pardon me for going off topic today, but you know what? It's my blog...I can write about whatever I want to write about...and off topic being not related to "lifestyle change." Its one of those days where I need to stop thinking about it/obsessing about it and just "live" it.
Off topic bitch number one...I'm sorry honey, but if you come home drunk/tipsy and I don't automatically offer you a wild 'roll in the hay', it doesn't mean that I am being a bitch, or that I am mean. I apologize, if 'Come here and hop on,' doesn't make me swoon....
Off topic bitch number two...I really cannot stand people who think EVERYONE else in the world hangs on their every move, every word, every action, every reaction. Let me tell you this sweetie, my world does not revolve around you, in fact, I hardly know you, so why, pray tell, do you think you need to question/or explain anything and everything you've done/said or heard in the last two years? This is not junior high and we are not in Genoa City, so stop acting like you're 13 and get out of the Young and the Restless....you have absolutely no impact on my life other than to annoy the holy hell out of me, today. I really cannot think of much that interests me less than you and your sex life.
Off topic bitch number three...because (see bitch number one) I am evidently a really mean, cold, bitch, I laid as far over on my side of the bed as I could and refused to move all night, thus my left shoulder/side of my back is killing me....knife wrenching pain....and I have no ibuprofen in my purse because someone, who shall remain nameless (MY HUSBAND) took it out of my purse.
Off topic bitch number four...my house is an absolute disaster, it still looks like Santa's elves threw up and the rest of my family seems completely unaware of it. They sit there in their own little pig stys, dropping candy wrappers on the floor, leaving soda bottles on the coffee table and dropping their dirty socks and wet towels wherever they feel like it. And I have not had time to do much about it, other than to sweep my kitchen floor, wipe down the counters and wash the dishes. I threatened both of my offspring before leaving the house this morning and if nothing has improved by the time I get home, I have absolutely no qualms about destroying some of their new found Christmas treasures.
(I thought day number three of "induction" (meaning starting over on plan) was supposed to be the crabby, bitchy, brutal day? Hmmm...guess my family is in for a real treat the next 48 hours!!!!)
Here's hoping my mood improves and I stop bitching...soon..even I am getting tired of my attitude!