Oh, and the children are all pretending they are deaf to avoid chores and ganging up on Child 2 because they swear she is the favorite because they think I didn't yell at her when I was upset for them not doing their chores, but no worries. It was equal opportunity losing of tempers tonight and I was frustrated with all of them. Sorry children. I shouldn't have yelled. I'll try to do better tomorrow. But could you please, please try to do some chores instead of leaving them all for me?
That would be tomorrow after I go back to the hardware store for the third time because I got the kind of flapper that the toilet manufacturer recommended and it still doesn't work! I don't have to stick my hand in the tank anymore, so that is an improvement, but I do have to hold down the darn handle forever, so still not completely fixed. I am really beginning to hate plumbing. OK, that's a lie. I already completely despise everything about it.
Lance Armstrong is probably having a worse day than me, and I have to say he deserves it.
See, Lance, what happens when you cheat is that eventually you get caught and then all the people you fooled into believing that you didn't actually cheat feel duped and lied to and they get very angry and they turn on you. Because, you see, you didn't deserve any of those titles and you stole them from people who were playing by the rules. So now, sponsors have dropped you, your titles have been stripped away, and people want their money back. So good luck with the upcoming bankruptcy. I hope you have a very good lawyer. Oh, and thank you for reminding me that cheaters are losers in the end and I may be a loser today, but at least it's not because I cheated or lied about anything.