YOU KNOW YOU’RE GOING TO HELL WHEN…

You secretly curse your husband’s golf game. There, I said it! And yes, I did do it, but here’s the deal. He deserved it and well…I didn’t really think my hex would take. It did people! And now I’m going to hell. Wait. I’m not going to hell – I am in hell. With Honey swearing off the game because he played like crap yesterday, he’s going to be home both days over the weekend from now on. *eyes narrow as I stare across at the big picture and what do I see?* Is that a beautiful fairy in the background? No. No it’s not. It’s that big-ass bitch Karma coming to take a bite out of me. Hm. I’d rather take the bad with the good I suppose. (The good being that I love Honey, the bad being I’ll have him to love ALL weekend now) I guess I should count my blessings. *insert me trying to find the silvering lining among the thunder clouds* Yeah, if I wanted perfection, I’d be one of those boney babes enjoying a candlelit dinner below. Actually, now that I look at it – they kind of look like they’re having fun, don’t they? Why the stunner with the green scarf looks to be laughing. She is. *shakes head* She better not be laughing at me!


Riley