Super Bore

The Super Bowl is on..and of course my munchkin in parked in front of the tube hootin an hollerin with the rest of the no-necks.
I am having a completely dissatisfying weekend.
And I feel like a complete antisocial whinging hag.
So I figured, blog on and see if I can suck the joy out of someone elses day...because that might really perk me up.

But I just got messaged by some weird guy that I dated once and then lied about getting a job in another country so I never had to talk to him again... (ok, I didn't really tell him that, I dont remember what exactly I told him, but I know I wussed out and didnt tell him the truth which was that I just didnt like him)

I'm sure you all were hoping this is where I launch into one of my witty, insightful, thought provoking posts about why "we" find it impossible to simply tell a person we aren't interested in them, in some cases going into elaborate evasive manuevers to avoid said honesty..

But I'm in too foul of a mood to be insightful..so I am going to go eat valentines cupcakes with my son and see if I can get him to play "Go Fish" with me...

And an extra special EFF U to the couple my son caught getting it on in their car at Costco today...thereby causing him to drop the pineapple his was holding.
Not only did I have to attempt to explain to him what was going on....but my pineapple got bruised too.
Get a room you morally vacuous bottom feeders...that's not sexy, thats just stupid.