Later that day I picked up Harry from tennis camp. I had to collect him a little early as we needed to go and watch Jack's Performing Princesses Concert which was quite simply put, one of the most painful experiences of my life. Anyway, I called out to Harry in a banshee like manner "COME ON" and he started across the court towards me. A puffer vester was standing next to me and she looked at me and said.
"If you take him now, then there is a chance he will not get through to the quarter finals!" complete with a look of horror...
WHAT THE FUCK! PISS OFF PLEASE YOU SNOOTY COW. IT IS JUNIOR TENNIS, NOT THE AUSTRALIAN OPEN..........
Judgemental, competitive, puffy cow.....
Oh, and speaking of irrational hatred, I hate cars that have these on the back of them.
I pointed it out to Mrs Finlayson yesterday. She asked why I hated them so much. I told her I did not know, but I just did. She told me she was getting them for her car. I am going to key her car if she does.....
This blog post is a little rambling.
And that is because I have a seedy muthafuqua hangover due to Mr Woog and my shenanigans last night. Drinks at White Hart (epic fun) then dinner at Blue Plate (epic fail). He has just bought me a coffee (epic love)
Anyway, I must take my leave dear cyberspace, because as an added bonus to my mundane life, I am taking Jack to the hospital today for surgery.
Muthafuqua grommets.
Do you hate stickers on the back of cars depicting entire families? Or is it just me....
