'Cause we've got an overstock of WHINE. If I could stick a cork in it, believe me I would.
I swear if it doesn't back off a bit soon my head may explode. Yeah, I know I threatened it before but this time I am telling ya the truth, really I am, my head is going to explode if I have to listen to one more complaint in that unmistakeable tone! Or maybe my ears will just bleed. I hope its the end of the school year and knowing that times they are changin' but for the the love of Pete, it. must. stop. NOW. (By the way, who the hell *is* Pete and why do we love him?) Gman and I are both done with it, between the steady stream of fibs (Mommy said I needed two $5 bills she told Gman, when in fact she needed one for school--the other she tucked away for herself, my little entrepreneur), the whines, the constant sibling bickering and yeah, lets throw a good pout from the stepson in just to make everyone completely miserable.
Maybe we are all preparing for the visit with the grandparents. They will come back, spoiled rotten and we will have missed them and all will be right with the world. Please?