Okay so for the past week I keep waking up with like ten new bug bites a day. I’m all WTF? Seriously I have like 20 on my stomach, 10 on each arm, and 10 on my ASS and thighs. WTF? Why are they biting my ass. Now I have to walk around scratching my ass and people will think I am gross but really it’s because a stupid bug, who clearly suffers from over-eating, bit me in the ass. Well, tonight I may have solved the problem. I smushed the crap out of an apparently VERY and RECENTLY full Mosquito. YAY ME 🙂 So then I go and tell my husband that I think the reason that I have been waking up with all these bug bites is because there are mosquitos getting in the house some how. Then hubsters says, “I don’t think that’s why. Why would they bite you and not me?” SO clearly my response was “because I am WAY sweeter than you and tastier!” Then he laughed at me (uh…not with, but at) and rolled his eyes. Also, today I hung all of the 800 pictures that I have been waiting 4 years for hubster to hang (okay some only 8 months) and the first thing he says is “that’s not where I want those. What am I going to do with my sumo paintings?” So I said to him “Here’s an option, you can shove them up your ass.” Okay, I didn’t really say that, but I wanted to, because, HELLO! I just spent ALL day hanging pictures and all you can focus on is the stupid sumo/japanese paintings that I took down to hang pictures of our BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER! I did tell him that I didn’t care if he didn’t want them there I did and that is where they are staying. I also told him that he can put his “precious” sumo/japanese paintings in a closet until we get a bigger house and have a place to put them (i.e. the room no one goes in.) I mean really, these paintings are stupid. I used to like them at first but now not so much. And I have never even heard of the so called “famous” Japanese artist that painted them.
Okay so I know this isn’t a sumo wrestler but this is a pic that came up when I did a search for “sumo prints.” Maybe I could find a picture of the actual prints if I could read the artists name or my hubby even KNEW who did them. But he doesn’t, yet the artist is SO famous.
Also, this is what I have felt like all week: