Friday is in the hoooouuuuse! Admittedly, I am both happy and sad that it's Friday as it brings me one day closer to Hell Week and whatever shenanigans BioHo has up her sleevelsess-dingy-one-inch-bra-strap-under-quarter-inch-spaghetti-strap-skin-tight-tank-top. Yippee ki yay. Makes me give some consideration to planning my own kidnapping... Okay, okay. You know I wouldn't do that to my DH. But I kinda wanna! 

Eff off to:

• Cancer. It effing sucks! Sorry to hear that a years-long STalker is suffering from the 'C' word. Also, a friend of mine was just diagnosed with leukemia. Hate this damn disease in all forms. *diablo*
• King Pita. What else is new? I'm not the only one with little patience for that irritating effer. KP dropped off of a zoom this morning after doing his usual (asking questions we have answered for him multiple times, questioning when work will be completed that has been completed for a week or more, being his usual annoying self...). Anyhoo, the minute KP dropped off of the zoom, Little Miss Mild spat out, "I damn well HATE when he does that shite!" 5 years and I've never heard that woman mutter so much as a "gosh golly gee wilikers". *shok*
• The continuous push of "Be Safe" and "Be Healthy" from that unmitigated asshat, KP. A database admin replied to an email that he would answer in depth as soon as he returned from lunch (so as not to leave us hanging. To which KP replied "Have a SAFE and HEALTHY lunch!!!!!" Yes, just like that. Bold/caps and five exclamation points. No, KP. I am NOT going to have a SAFE and HEALTHY lunch. I'm gonna grab some sketchy ass sushi from that place the health department dogs, drink half a dozen Sapporos, and DRIVE. Eff off. And when you get to your destination, continue effing off until you've effed off to the middle of the Pacific Ocean. *dash1*
• BioHo, that twunt. It never fails. Whenever we're having dinner with one (or more) of the skids, she MUST CALL. We had dinner last night with SS18, SD25, and SD's fiance. The waitress had just delivered our appetizers when DH's phone rang. Thinking it was work, he pulled it out of his pocket. Good thing he had it on Vibrate so it did not read aloud the display... "Dumb C*nt". REJECT. Not a deterrent. She immediately redialed. REJECT. Redial. "WHO F*CKING DIED?" (irritating giggle "No one. I need...) "I'm BUSY. Get lost." ~click~ And DH turned off his phone. DH does not have voicemail set up, so no one can leave a message. His phone is still off. *lol*
• No time machine or any way to freeze time. At this rate, I'm going to need to lose a few hours of sleep to finish my dress for the wedding next week. *wacko*

Wishing you a stress-free and enjoyable weekend! (I won't be having one...)