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What The Hell Wednesday~16

Posted on the January 27th, 2010 under What The Hell Wednesday by Elle and Stacy

Wednesdays are great for Wordless and Wordful posts, but we decided to go a different route and create our own Wednesday fun. We figured what the hell. That’s how we started What The Hell Wednesday. Who are we kidding? That’s pretty much how we decide on almost everything. If you want to play along, grab our button on the sidebar, link up to us in your post and don’t forget to sign in to McLinky below. Really, what the hell?

Stacy

I don’t know if you’ve seen the commercials, but there is a show coming on in March called the “Marriage Ref”, directed by Jerry Seinfeld.  It’s suppose to be about real couples with real issues.  And I mean ISSUES!  One commercial showed a couple that fight about how the wife keeps her first husband’s ashes in the living room, and his leg in their closet….yes people I said HIS LEG!!  What The Hell?  Why would you keep it?  I mean it’s a fake leg and all, so it’s not all gross and decaying, but still what the hell is up with the leg in the closet!!!  Another couple fights about the husband keeping his motorcycle parked in the living room….again What The Hell??  You would think these people would need a divorce lawyer not a referee! 

Have you seen the interview with Heidi Montag about all her plastic surgery??  I’m sorry, but she looks so fake and old.  She’s only 23 and she looks much older.  Apparently she had 10 surgeries in one day or something.  When the newswoman asked her what message all this plastic surgery is sending to young girls she said, “that beauty is on the inside“.  What The Hell?  The next surgery she has needs to be a brain transplant!

The other day at work I had to look up a zip code for a city.  I went onto the US Postal Service website and went to fill in the information to get the zip code…..address, city, state, zip code….What The Hell?  How am I supposed to enter the zip code when I don’t know it!  I’m asking you!  Why is there a zip code box when you don’t know the zip code?  Duh

Elle

I was supposed to finish this last night but was exhausted and went to bed as soon as possible. I know, What The Hell?

This morning as J-Man was getting ready for school he started telling me that one of the reasons he doesn’t like school is because a certain boy has been picking on him. Apparently, he makes fun of the fact J-Man brings cereal for snack, the size of his boots (that they’re so small) and is just being plain mean. It doesn’t help that the boy sits directly across from J-Man making him uncomfortable all day long. It’s only 2nd grade, What The Hell is going on? I really hate when kids are mean. So I sent off a quick email to the teacher this morning and am hoping it gets dealt with.

Of course this discussion made our morning a little bit longer and as we ran out the door the bus drove by. Crap! Crap! Crap! Now my whole morning plans are ruined. What The Hell???!!!! In the bus driver’s defense she can’t see our front door from the street, but still doesn’t make me any happier. I only have a short time in the morning before I have to go to work, now I have to add in “drive J-Man to school” on my to-do list. I said to J-Man, if you had only been a little faster we would’ve made it. He was like I didn’t know it was that late. What The Hell????!!! Okay, deep breath. It’s not like I kept it a secret, with the hurry, hurry, hurry, and my constant looking out the window for the bus. I really hate giving up any of those few precious minutes I have to myself to drive to school. Kind of makes me grumpy for the whole day. Pharmacy friends, you’ve been warned.

Hey, What The Hell Wal-Mart deli? This horrible rubber cheese you gave me instead of the Land O’Lakes cheese I asked for really sucks. If I had wanted sucky rubber cheese I would’ve asked the surly deli girl for sucky rubber cheese. But I didn’t, I asked for Land O’Lakes White American Cheese. I’m also angry that I paid for Land O’Lakes cheese instead of sucky rubber cheese. I’m not even sure if complaining would help but you can bet that surly deli girl won’t be slicing me any more sucky rubber cheese because I won’t be using the Wal-Mart deli ever again. It was only the second time anyway and I won’t miss surly deli girl.

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