I had a conversation with my father the other day. He was rolling his eyes while I whined about how tired I had been lately with my new shift at work. For a reminder, I'm working 24 hours now in the pharmacy. Compared to my 13 hours I worked previously and the 0 hours I worked before that. I'm also working until 5:30pm on those work days so I am no longer free to leave when the going gets tough. I have to stay and wade through the muck of late drop-offs and add flu shots. I. Am. In. Hell.
So anyway, my father loves me. He really does but he finds my exhaustion a joke. And even funnier, he's right. My father has worked for over 50 years at a 40+ hour a week job his entire life. He's managed people, he's yelled at people, he's fired people. He's done it all. In fact, he's done what "most" working people have done. I have never worked a 40 hour week in my entire lifetime. I've worked "maybe" 32 hours but never more. Yes, I know, you can roll your eyes too. I rolled my eyes as well with that epiphany.
When I was a kid, I wanted to be a lot of things. I wanted to be a Special Ed. teacher. I wanted to be pediatrician. I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to be a lot of things actually but the journey to be those people required.....an education past high school. I'm not a stupid woman. I'm pretty smart actually, but I hated school. I lasted three weeks in college....junior college that is but it was 3 weeks. My parents were smart. They said they wouldn't pay for the first semester but they would pay for the second semester. I never made it to semester two. Money well saved.
All I wanted to be was a mother. I wanted to be married. I wanted kids. But most of all, I just wanted "life" to start. You remember that feeling? When you're young and you can't wait to be an "adult" so you can do whatever you want? But now you're an "adult" and you can't quite figure out what the hell you were waiting for. I don't necessarily feel that way, I know what I was waiting for. I just wish I would've savored the freedom of being young. It wasn't really all that bad. Why did I rush to the responsibilities of being an adult? Why couldn't I dig my toes in the sand a little longer and embrace the simplicity of being a kid without a care in the world?
So on this day of non-labor, I plan on spending it with my kids and observing the simplicity of being a kid. I plan on sitting with my parents and embracing the act of being an adult with the people I rebelled against so long ago. And then maybe later? I'm gonna crack open a beer and toast to the fact that I majorly screwed up rushing toward a life as an adult. And then after the toast, I'm gonna go to bed because I have to go to work tomorrow. :) Happy Labor Day everybody. I'll see ya tomorrow. The "Other" Monday of the week.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
Showing posts with label debauchery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label debauchery. Show all posts
5/21/10
I'm green and I don't like it.
I've never been one to be jealous. I think it's a useless emotion. I guess it all started in high school but jealousy has always had a hard time biting me. I had a friend that was prettier than me but I wasn't jealous. Why? Well, I may not have been the "prettiest" one in the group but I did bring something to the table that outshined everybody. My sister was smarter than me. I "might" have been jealous with that one but I sure didn't do anything to remedy it. I just continued to be me and came out alright.
I don't look at other people's lives and turn green with envy wishing I had what they had. Trust me, they probably worked really hard to get it and I don't really like working that hard. I've always been the type of girl that rolls with the punches and just believes that something good will come my way. It usually does too.
I was never jealous of my husband and attention some skank may be giving him. She's a skank. Why would I be jealous of a skank? When good things happen to my friends, I'm always the first one thinking that they deserve it.
See? I don't get jealous. It's useless with me.
Today is Friday though. I have to go to work. My husband took the day off because our children have off from school.
I. Am. Jealous.
Now don't get me wrong. It'll probably be on the Hunting Channel all day long. He's probably going to obliterate the house and throw away things he shouldn't throw away. He might do the yard or he might wash the car. I'm not jealous of THAT. I'm merely jealous that I had to hear the alarm this morning and get off my lazy ass and get ready for work.
I'm still somewhat recovering from the stomach alien that nested in my belly on Wednesday that I spewed out in the toilet. My morning consisted of showering and putting my curly hair (because I'm too lazy to straighten it) in a clip. I look like a librarian with my frizzy curls peeking out from the clip. Oh yah, I'm a dreamgirl right now. I would've much rather punched that alarm clock with my fist, roll over and zonk out again. Didn't happen though.
I get to work with Pop Quiz Asshole again today. Joy! :)
This weekend consists of near to nothing. M has a physical for sports next year in 7th grade. It's at 9:30am. Gahhhhhhd! Hello? It's Saturday! My husband is driving to his new deer lease while I'm doing the physical stuff to sign the paperwork and install some cameras.
I'm soooooooooooo glad I have to take M to her physical. Cause I AIN'T involving myself in this deer land lease. Have a fantastic Friday people. It'll be over soon....right?
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
I don't look at other people's lives and turn green with envy wishing I had what they had. Trust me, they probably worked really hard to get it and I don't really like working that hard. I've always been the type of girl that rolls with the punches and just believes that something good will come my way. It usually does too.
I was never jealous of my husband and attention some skank may be giving him. She's a skank. Why would I be jealous of a skank? When good things happen to my friends, I'm always the first one thinking that they deserve it.
See? I don't get jealous. It's useless with me.
Today is Friday though. I have to go to work. My husband took the day off because our children have off from school.
I. Am. Jealous.
Now don't get me wrong. It'll probably be on the Hunting Channel all day long. He's probably going to obliterate the house and throw away things he shouldn't throw away. He might do the yard or he might wash the car. I'm not jealous of THAT. I'm merely jealous that I had to hear the alarm this morning and get off my lazy ass and get ready for work.
I'm still somewhat recovering from the stomach alien that nested in my belly on Wednesday that I spewed out in the toilet. My morning consisted of showering and putting my curly hair (because I'm too lazy to straighten it) in a clip. I look like a librarian with my frizzy curls peeking out from the clip. Oh yah, I'm a dreamgirl right now. I would've much rather punched that alarm clock with my fist, roll over and zonk out again. Didn't happen though.
I get to work with Pop Quiz Asshole again today. Joy! :)
This weekend consists of near to nothing. M has a physical for sports next year in 7th grade. It's at 9:30am. Gahhhhhhd! Hello? It's Saturday! My husband is driving to his new deer lease while I'm doing the physical stuff to sign the paperwork and install some cameras.
I'm soooooooooooo glad I have to take M to her physical. Cause I AIN'T involving myself in this deer land lease. Have a fantastic Friday people. It'll be over soon....right?
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
5/20/10
Work Ethics
Here's mine. Do you do the same thing?
1) Unless you're dead, you don't call in sick.
Now this goes with some rules. I don't think people that call in sick are losers. I just think if you overdo the calling in sick, it's kind of annoying. Oh and if it's because of a migraine....yah, I've never had one so I just think it a headache.
2) Know your schedule.
This means know everybodys schedule. Nine time out of ten, you're gonna know who these people are and how unavailable they are. If you're covering for someone, don't expect any paybacks. You are getting paid to cover for this person. You aren't doing it for free. There is no payback. You'll get your payback in the form of a check.
3) Pay attention.
This is kind of like knowing the schedule. Listen to the quips here and there. Nine times out of ten, they're talking shit behind your back. Now here's where it pays off. Don't react immediately. Save it for a rainy day and then unleash the fury. They'll never know what hit em.
4) Wear your name tag just above your boob.
Well, cause customers love it. Yah, I went there.
5) Don't be afraid to admit to your boss that you like the job.
It's not going to hurt you but right after saying it, make sure you add that you're not fitting in with the sorority of the other techs. Oh yes people, I said it. The other techs are getting on my freaking nerves sometimes but refer to rule number 3. Hold it because there is a fury coming and it will be big.
6) Finally, when walking into work, put mass amounts of chapstick on.
It works when you want to bite somebodys head off. With chapstick on, you're more prone to smoothing your lips together while exacting your revenge later.
These are so far my work ethics. I reserve the right to add on. Because trust me, these people are like Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde. I can't quite figure out whether to stake em with my words and stab em with my wrath.
Have a great Thursday! Good news! Tomorrow is Friday and I get to work with pop quiz guy. Woot! :/
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
1) Unless you're dead, you don't call in sick.
Now this goes with some rules. I don't think people that call in sick are losers. I just think if you overdo the calling in sick, it's kind of annoying. Oh and if it's because of a migraine....yah, I've never had one so I just think it a headache.
2) Know your schedule.
This means know everybodys schedule. Nine time out of ten, you're gonna know who these people are and how unavailable they are. If you're covering for someone, don't expect any paybacks. You are getting paid to cover for this person. You aren't doing it for free. There is no payback. You'll get your payback in the form of a check.
3) Pay attention.
This is kind of like knowing the schedule. Listen to the quips here and there. Nine times out of ten, they're talking shit behind your back. Now here's where it pays off. Don't react immediately. Save it for a rainy day and then unleash the fury. They'll never know what hit em.
4) Wear your name tag just above your boob.
Well, cause customers love it. Yah, I went there.
5) Don't be afraid to admit to your boss that you like the job.
It's not going to hurt you but right after saying it, make sure you add that you're not fitting in with the sorority of the other techs. Oh yes people, I said it. The other techs are getting on my freaking nerves sometimes but refer to rule number 3. Hold it because there is a fury coming and it will be big.
6) Finally, when walking into work, put mass amounts of chapstick on.
It works when you want to bite somebodys head off. With chapstick on, you're more prone to smoothing your lips together while exacting your revenge later.
These are so far my work ethics. I reserve the right to add on. Because trust me, these people are like Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde. I can't quite figure out whether to stake em with my words and stab em with my wrath.
Have a great Thursday! Good news! Tomorrow is Friday and I get to work with pop quiz guy. Woot! :/
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
5/11/10
Church Folk are Weird
Yah, I said it. The possibility that this statement will come back and haunt me at the Pearly Gates doesn't scare me. But seriously, church folk are weird.
It was carpool Tuesday today and our good girl M2 informed me that she was being punished. The conversation went on for the entire car ride so try to keep up.
M2: I got grounded.
Me: I'm shocked. What'd you do?
M2: I broke my commitment.
(I have to admit at first I thought it was a commitment to abstinence. My mind always goes to dirty.)
M2: I was up at 8:15pm when I should've been sleeping by 8pm.
Me: Did they beat you with flames and needles?
M2: They took my books away from me.
Me: What??!! So they....um....well that's just stoooopid. Church folk are weird.
E: Sing it Miss Jean! Oh and wear that tube top when you do it. Blue is definitely your color.
Me: Oh I'll do you one better. I'll wrap a rosary and use it for an ankle bracelet.
E: Seriously, I'm still mad about the airgun.
M2: What about the airgun?
E: Well, now D**** threatened to shoot my dad with his airgun.
Me: Why's he mad at you?
E: Cause my dad called his parents and told them they were illegal. Now D***** can't play with it either.
Me: So how's he gonna shoot your dad?
E: I don't know but I started laughing and told him that my dad has 911 on speed dial.
Me: Cause pressing 9-1-1 isn't fast enough?
M (daughter): Good one mom. E, your dad is crazy.
E: If church folk are weird, explain to us just how long K is grounded for?
Me: She's grounded until I say she isn't grounded.
M2: Ohhhhhh, what'd K do?
Me: Um....er....she called a boy g-a-y and kneed him in the....um...er....
E: The no-no box!
Me: ::snort:: The what box?
E: The no-no box. You know.
Me: Yah, I got it but why is it the "no-no box?"
E: I don't know, my mom and dad call it that.
M (daughter): I dare you to call it that to your friends.
E: No way.
Me: What do you call it in front of your friends?
E: We don't really talk about em.
Me: So, lemme get this straight. Your parents grounded you from books for reading 15 minutes past your bedtime....which in my opinion is way too early. And your parents have reinforced in that brain of yours that....um....er....that general area is a "no-no" box.
M (daughter): Mom, I love you.
Me: Yah, I don't ever wanna hear you say the words "not fair" come out of that mouth of yours. You could be M2 and E.
E: What's wrong with calling it the no-no box?
Me: Lemme put it this way. When you're older....you're gonna wanna change it to the yep-yep box. Your parents have basically, sub-consciously, made you think anything that has to do with...um....er....forget it.
E: No! What?
Me: How many carpools are left in the year?
M2: About 3?
Me: I'll tell you everything you two wanna know on my last carpool day.
And with that, I repeat....church folk are weird. I am convinced that I was put on this earth to fix the evils that they put upon their children.
Have a great Tuesday and have fun with your yep-yep boxes! :)
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
It was carpool Tuesday today and our good girl M2 informed me that she was being punished. The conversation went on for the entire car ride so try to keep up.
M2: I got grounded.
Me: I'm shocked. What'd you do?
M2: I broke my commitment.
(I have to admit at first I thought it was a commitment to abstinence. My mind always goes to dirty.)
M2: I was up at 8:15pm when I should've been sleeping by 8pm.
Me: Did they beat you with flames and needles?
M2: They took my books away from me.
Me: What??!! So they....um....well that's just stoooopid. Church folk are weird.
E: Sing it Miss Jean! Oh and wear that tube top when you do it. Blue is definitely your color.
Me: Oh I'll do you one better. I'll wrap a rosary and use it for an ankle bracelet.
E: Seriously, I'm still mad about the airgun.
M2: What about the airgun?
E: Well, now D**** threatened to shoot my dad with his airgun.
Me: Why's he mad at you?
E: Cause my dad called his parents and told them they were illegal. Now D***** can't play with it either.
Me: So how's he gonna shoot your dad?
E: I don't know but I started laughing and told him that my dad has 911 on speed dial.
Me: Cause pressing 9-1-1 isn't fast enough?
M (daughter): Good one mom. E, your dad is crazy.
E: If church folk are weird, explain to us just how long K is grounded for?
Me: She's grounded until I say she isn't grounded.
M2: Ohhhhhh, what'd K do?
Me: Um....er....she called a boy g-a-y and kneed him in the....um...er....
E: The no-no box!
Me: ::snort:: The what box?
E: The no-no box. You know.
Me: Yah, I got it but why is it the "no-no box?"
E: I don't know, my mom and dad call it that.
M (daughter): I dare you to call it that to your friends.
E: No way.
Me: What do you call it in front of your friends?
E: We don't really talk about em.
Me: So, lemme get this straight. Your parents grounded you from books for reading 15 minutes past your bedtime....which in my opinion is way too early. And your parents have reinforced in that brain of yours that....um....er....that general area is a "no-no" box.
M (daughter): Mom, I love you.
Me: Yah, I don't ever wanna hear you say the words "not fair" come out of that mouth of yours. You could be M2 and E.
E: What's wrong with calling it the no-no box?
Me: Lemme put it this way. When you're older....you're gonna wanna change it to the yep-yep box. Your parents have basically, sub-consciously, made you think anything that has to do with...um....er....forget it.
E: No! What?
Me: How many carpools are left in the year?
M2: About 3?
Me: I'll tell you everything you two wanna know on my last carpool day.
And with that, I repeat....church folk are weird. I am convinced that I was put on this earth to fix the evils that they put upon their children.
Have a great Tuesday and have fun with your yep-yep boxes! :)
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
5/7/10
If Karma is a Bitch....Her Name Has to Be Jeanie.
Okay, I think I'm contradicting myself here. I've said that I don't believe in luck. I don't believe that life is out to get me. I do however believe that Karma is alive and well....living in TexASS.
Over the past couple of years, I've been reminded quite a few times of what a pain in the ass I was as a child. My reminder is in the form of a sweet little girl. I've mentioned her before. It's K, my youngest, my mini-me. I adore her. Don't get me wrong. In fact, I tend to favor her because I "get" her in more ways than one.
My oldest, I don't "get." She's quiet, she's sensitive and by god damn, she is a moody lil' bitch when she wants to be. Yah, yah, yah....I know, a couple days ago, I compared her to my sister. I'm not favoring that comparison when I say the above. It's different when my sister is an adult and my child is a tween. I hate that I don't "get" M. I hate that I favor her sister sometimes. You'd think that since I recognize it, I'd find a way to put a stop to it. I've tried but damn, it's really hard to do.
Sometimes I wish that I could ship her off to my sister for awhile so she could figure her out. So my oldest could get a taste of what it feels like to be understood. In this house, nobody gets her.
This weekend was a weekend of nothingness. It was freaking GREAT! We had a mailbox fixed. My husband went to look at some land for this year's deer lease. (Don't ask...trust me, you don't want to know.) Sunday was Mother's Day. My mother and I put a request in and wished for my husband's homemade enchiladas. Oh yah, we got em too. Mom and dad brought over some wine and my mother and I got a little tipsy on "our" day. Our only sadness was we couldn't enjoy it with the other mother in the family. We toasted to her though and wished she was with us. If there is one thing, we are descendants of some great mothers. We've laughed, we've cried and we've succeeded through every endeavor motherhood has thrown at us. Oh, and we're not stupid enough to realize that it ain't even close to being over.
I hope everyone who has the honor of being a mother had a great Mother's Day. I hope those of you who aren't mothers, took the day to say thank you. I'll leave you with a mini-conversation between me and my daughters. Ya gotta love it cause if I didn't, I'd be in a freaking asylum by now.
K: Hey momma, what do you want for Mother's Day?
Me: Nothing. I have everything I've ever wanted.
M: Don't believe her K, she'll be asking us to clean our rooms any minute.
Me: Well, did you clean your room?
K: Good one M. We prolly would've gotten away with it if you hadn't have opened your big mouth.
M: Well if that ain't the kettle and the pot.
Me: Oh hush. Did you clean your room?
M: I'll do it later.
K: I already cleaned mine.
M: Butt kisser.
K: Kettle!
Me: Sisters, sisters, there will never be another sister..... (This is a song from White Christmas that my mom used to sing to me and my sister to break the fights up.)
M: Mom, if that didn't work on you and Auntie T****, why would it work on us?
Me: Is it annoying?
M: Very.
Me: Then my job here is done. Go clean your room.
M: ::grumble mumble:: Fine. But it is annoying.
K: If that isn't a pot and kettle....I don't know what is.
Me: Sweetie....give it up. You're not saying it right.
K: Am I the pot or am I the kettle?
M: Neither, you're a dork.
Me: Your Auntie would be so proud of you and shocked at the same time M.
And she would too. :) Happy Monday people....it'll be over soon.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
Over the past couple of years, I've been reminded quite a few times of what a pain in the ass I was as a child. My reminder is in the form of a sweet little girl. I've mentioned her before. It's K, my youngest, my mini-me. I adore her. Don't get me wrong. In fact, I tend to favor her because I "get" her in more ways than one.
My oldest, I don't "get." She's quiet, she's sensitive and by god damn, she is a moody lil' bitch when she wants to be. Yah, yah, yah....I know, a couple days ago, I compared her to my sister. I'm not favoring that comparison when I say the above. It's different when my sister is an adult and my child is a tween. I hate that I don't "get" M. I hate that I favor her sister sometimes. You'd think that since I recognize it, I'd find a way to put a stop to it. I've tried but damn, it's really hard to do.
Sometimes I wish that I could ship her off to my sister for awhile so she could figure her out. So my oldest could get a taste of what it feels like to be understood. In this house, nobody gets her.
This weekend was a weekend of nothingness. It was freaking GREAT! We had a mailbox fixed. My husband went to look at some land for this year's deer lease. (Don't ask...trust me, you don't want to know.) Sunday was Mother's Day. My mother and I put a request in and wished for my husband's homemade enchiladas. Oh yah, we got em too. Mom and dad brought over some wine and my mother and I got a little tipsy on "our" day. Our only sadness was we couldn't enjoy it with the other mother in the family. We toasted to her though and wished she was with us. If there is one thing, we are descendants of some great mothers. We've laughed, we've cried and we've succeeded through every endeavor motherhood has thrown at us. Oh, and we're not stupid enough to realize that it ain't even close to being over.
I hope everyone who has the honor of being a mother had a great Mother's Day. I hope those of you who aren't mothers, took the day to say thank you. I'll leave you with a mini-conversation between me and my daughters. Ya gotta love it cause if I didn't, I'd be in a freaking asylum by now.
K: Hey momma, what do you want for Mother's Day?
Me: Nothing. I have everything I've ever wanted.
M: Don't believe her K, she'll be asking us to clean our rooms any minute.
Me: Well, did you clean your room?
K: Good one M. We prolly would've gotten away with it if you hadn't have opened your big mouth.
M: Well if that ain't the kettle and the pot.
Me: Oh hush. Did you clean your room?
M: I'll do it later.
K: I already cleaned mine.
M: Butt kisser.
K: Kettle!
Me: Sisters, sisters, there will never be another sister..... (This is a song from White Christmas that my mom used to sing to me and my sister to break the fights up.)
M: Mom, if that didn't work on you and Auntie T****, why would it work on us?
Me: Is it annoying?
M: Very.
Me: Then my job here is done. Go clean your room.
M: ::grumble mumble:: Fine. But it is annoying.
K: If that isn't a pot and kettle....I don't know what is.
Me: Sweetie....give it up. You're not saying it right.
K: Am I the pot or am I the kettle?
M: Neither, you're a dork.
Me: Your Auntie would be so proud of you and shocked at the same time M.
And she would too. :) Happy Monday people....it'll be over soon.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
2/23/10
Tuesday Debauchery
It's Tuesday! Which means it's my carpool day. I love carpool Tuesday. Granted at 6:30am when I have to actually put clothes on....love is not how I would describe it. By 7:10am though...I'm ready to go. Of course, we all expected to wake up and see snow but there was no snow. The weathercaster *said* it was snowing though. Oh weatherman, you truly aren't worth more than a psychic are you?
I had the radio on when I picked the kids up. I don't usually do that but the conversation this morning was pretty funny and I couldn't bring myself to turn it down. Pick up lines. A topic that'll never get old. The consensus with the women that were talking was if you compliment them on something that they haven't heard before, they're more prone to fall for it. Instead of saying, "You are hot!" saying something like, "You have the prettiest neck." might be an improvement. Um....maybe, but I don't think I've met anybody who was smart enough to try it.
The next consensus was if you're a guy, you should always have a wingman. Not a wingman to take the ugly girl but a wingman to apologize for your "douchey" ways.
E: What does "douchey" mean? (He's 12 so why would he know this?)
M (daughter): ::giggle:: (She's 12 so why does she know this?)
Me: What are you giggling at?
M (daughter): E said "douchey" and it sounded funny.
Me: Do you know what "douchey" means? Hmmmmm?
M (daughter): I've heard you use the word before!
Me: E should listen to this. It's good stuff. I know a lot of guys that need to take a lesson on tact and pick-up lines.
M (daughter): I think E has "douchey" down pat mom.
Me: M! Maybe you need to take a lesson on not being such a brat! And I have a feeling you don't really know what "douchey" means so you better watch it.
E: Um...."Douchey" better mean irresistable because I'm not anything BUT irresistable.
Me: Yah....you go with that E. That'll get you tons of women.
E: Well, before we go, I just wanted to tell you that you have the prettiest hands.
Me: See!!! He was listening. Thanks E. That wasn't "douchey" at all!
E: What does "douchey" mean??
Oh, I can't WAIT for the phone call from E's mother today after school.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
I had the radio on when I picked the kids up. I don't usually do that but the conversation this morning was pretty funny and I couldn't bring myself to turn it down. Pick up lines. A topic that'll never get old. The consensus with the women that were talking was if you compliment them on something that they haven't heard before, they're more prone to fall for it. Instead of saying, "You are hot!" saying something like, "You have the prettiest neck." might be an improvement. Um....maybe, but I don't think I've met anybody who was smart enough to try it.
The next consensus was if you're a guy, you should always have a wingman. Not a wingman to take the ugly girl but a wingman to apologize for your "douchey" ways.
E: What does "douchey" mean? (He's 12 so why would he know this?)
M (daughter): ::giggle:: (She's 12 so why does she know this?)
Me: What are you giggling at?
M (daughter): E said "douchey" and it sounded funny.
Me: Do you know what "douchey" means? Hmmmmm?
M (daughter): I've heard you use the word before!
Me: E should listen to this. It's good stuff. I know a lot of guys that need to take a lesson on tact and pick-up lines.
M (daughter): I think E has "douchey" down pat mom.
Me: M! Maybe you need to take a lesson on not being such a brat! And I have a feeling you don't really know what "douchey" means so you better watch it.
E: Um...."Douchey" better mean irresistable because I'm not anything BUT irresistable.
Me: Yah....you go with that E. That'll get you tons of women.
E: Well, before we go, I just wanted to tell you that you have the prettiest hands.
Me: See!!! He was listening. Thanks E. That wasn't "douchey" at all!
E: What does "douchey" mean??
Oh, I can't WAIT for the phone call from E's mother today after school.
If I've offended you or expressed anything you don't agree with, don't worry, I'll probably do it again.
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