You know what fubar means don’t you?
F@@@ed Up Beyond All Recall.
Fubar.
Started with trying to get the remaining 2 tires put on my truck. Which I have been working on for the past 3 weeks. Went to drop the truck off this morning, and found that the garage was closed until noon. WTF??
Then I had to run something to the school for The Princess. Now I am going to go to the Dr to have a mole taken off of the back of my head.
Because I am tired of trying to shave my head around it. I tag it way too many times and it bleeds like a stuck pig. So, it is time to get it taken off. The only concern I have is that I hope that it doesn’t leave a divot in my head. That would make it as difficult to shave as it is now.
I am not about difficult. I am all about easy.
And all of this has thrown off my grocery shopping that was supposed to happen today.
Bitch, bitch, bitch.
Going now to have my head cut into.
Namaste.
