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What the hell Wednesdays are hosted by the girls over at Blue Monkey Butt, so be sure to drop by and see what the hell is going on!

This morning I woke up and my daughter wasn’t in her bed.  I checked in my son’s room and there she was curled up in a ball, sleeping on his floor.  But his bed was empty – not just empty but made.  What the Hell? He hadn’t told me he had any plans for today, so I of course, went buy amoxicillin online into panic mode and texted both him and my hubby.  No one replied.  II then called my parents house, no answer.  My parents cell phones, because sometimes he works for my dad, once again, no answer.  After repeatedly calling his phone, he finally answered.  “I’m working with Poppy today.”  I told Russ last night, I thought he’d tell you.  No, he didn’t!  The past few weeks, hubby has been seriously slacking in the giving me messages department.  What the Hell? He didn’t tell me the tomatoes were ready to be picked down at dad’s last week, so dad assumed I didn’t want anymore and let someone else pick them, the same thing happened with the beans.  Now he forgot to tell me my son was working today?  Men….

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My son left a magazine, or maybe it’s a catalog about Ferrari parts on my desk this morning before he disappeared, what the hell is that about?  No note, no nothing, just a cart parts book left on my desk… I’m not even sure where he got it.

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We have had nothing going on for the past couple of weekends except household projects and lots of canning, now this weekend coming up we have about a dozen things.  A reunion, a wedding, three pig roasts…  What the hell? Why can’t these thing be spread out instead of all on one day?  I hate having to party jump so that no one is offended that we didn’t show up at their party.

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I got up from my desk this morning and stretched, and I sounded like a bowl of rice crispies – snap, crackle and pop, every which way I moved.  What the hell? Does this mean I’m getting old?  Or do I just need another visit to the chiropractor?  My daughter laughed at all the funny sounds my bones made, and wondered why hers didn’t do the same when she imitated me.

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Now head on over to Blue Monkey Butt and see what the hell everyone else is up to!