An open letter to The Things I Hate About Today
Posted by Isabel on April 4th, 2007. Filed under: My Sweet Babboo, Random.Dear Crappy Day (and subsequent crappy days):
So far, I hate you. And apparently you hate me also. Is it my hair? Should I part it on the other side? Or maybe cut bangs. What can I do to make you love me more?
Why did I have to get such a horrible night of sleep last night? Why did Babboo wake up every hour? Why am I the only one that seems to hear him? Why is the front room floor so damn hard? And cold? Why are we still sleeping in the front room?!
Why did I decide to wear these khaki pants today? What was I thinking? I hate these pants. They are too light (you know, since they aren’t my usual all black attire). Why are you baggy-ish and ugly? Why do you make me feel so lame? Why did I hem you myself? What was I thinking?
And this pink shirt? Really? Do I have any black on today? Again, what was I thinking? I hate being so light. Gag.
And what’s up with this nail polish? I thought it was supposed to last 10 days. It was all a marketing ploy, because it’s only been like 2 days and you are peeling off. And now I look like a cheap hooker with chipped nails. And what’s with the lavender color? Dude, the florescent lights at Rite -Aid tricked me into thinking you were the perfect spring color. Ha!
What’s with this hole in my tights? Why is it positioned right on my toe so that my little toe is going to wiggle into the hole all damn day? Why do all of my tights get holes in them as soon as I buy them? Why do I love tights so much, but they don’t love me back?
Speaking of all the things about you that I hate, let’s talk about all the crap on TV lately. Crap, I tell you. Why is it all boring? Why am I not interested? Do you want me to start reading again? Don’t make me threaten you.
The only thing going for you is my free work lunch. Too bad I’ll have to eat with co-workers, while wearing khakis and a pink shirt with chipped whore nails. I’ll try to not think about that while I’m ordering the spinach dipappetizer and the filet mignon. And dessert. And all the soda I can drink.
Plus, where is the damn sun? When will summer begin? When will the rain stop? When will I get to wear cute skirts and have tanned legs again?
And also, I hate this pony tail.
Signed,
Isabel
P.S. Oh, my baby has a little something to add:
You be nice to my Mommy or I will kill you with my sexy pose. You have been warned.
April 4th, 2007 at 5:08 pm
Babboo’s pose fits in perfectly with the King’s recent post highlighting the sex appeal of one Rod Stewart.
Also, I’m sorry the universe seems to be against you today. However, is it wrong that I kind of want to see a picture of you in all of this non-black attire? This is monumental!
April 4th, 2007 at 6:06 pm
Pink? Khaki? Whaaa? If you have a pink & green ribbon tied around your ponytail, we might have to intervene here.
I heart you and hope this day turns around.
BIG hugs from Jojo and me…
April 4th, 2007 at 6:13 pm
I have rocked the whore nails many a time. Those cosmetics companies are filled with LIARS. (”You don’t say!” the Internet gasps in shock.)
April 4th, 2007 at 6:26 pm
I started to take my red nail polish off one morning and then forgot about, so I went to work with partially painted nails one day. So embarrassing.
Light clothes are ok sometimes. It’s good to mix it up!
Babboo is adorable.
April 4th, 2007 at 7:00 pm
I’m the only one that seems to hear my baby wake up at night, too (ahem! ahem! Some daddy’s need to STOP FAKE SLEEPING).
I hope your free lunch makes you feel better.
Oh! And I’m sorry about the hole in your tights. RIght on the toe? That is the most damn annoying thing ever!
April 4th, 2007 at 7:13 pm
Hope your day gets better!
I hear you on the night thing, totally. Why am I the only one in the house with milk producing jugs, gah!
Babboo really does have beautiful eyes.
April 4th, 2007 at 7:15 pm
Isabel, am I to understand that you’re wearing tights and pants? As in, opaque panty-hose-type-dealies? with pants? Am so confused. Send help.
And Babboo- come and play with my nephew some time. I think I would die of the cute if you two were in the same room. LOVE how your hair falls across your eyes. Too cute!
April 4th, 2007 at 8:12 pm
I hate days like that. I’m sorry! But at least you get a free lunch, and we all know that when food is FREE, it tastes so much better!
And Babboo is absolutely adorable! Isn’t he almost a year old now?!
April 4th, 2007 at 8:25 pm
This pretty much describes my entire week. BLAUGH! why does everything suck lately?
April 4th, 2007 at 9:39 pm
Ohhh how I feel your pain in nothing black. When I wear everything not black I feel as though I am having an out of body experience, and that a giant plush Easter Bunny (picture any given mall Easter Bunny) might jump out from any given corner and gobble me up at any moment. Sometimes I am okay in dark jeans with a brown or navy shirt. I’m trying to slowly break out of this. I purchased a darker pair of khaki cargo shorts and a heathered yellow shirt for our Florida trip. We’ll see.
But why am I going on like this? This is YOUR NASTY DAY. YOU’RE THE ONE WITH WHORE NAILS, FOR GOD’S SAKE.
I at least hope you were not wearing black tights, because black tights paired with light khakis and a pink shirt and whore nails is, well, whore-ish.
I hope your day gets better.
April 4th, 2007 at 11:39 pm
I love this letter — not because I am loving your pain but because I have had many such days.
That all said, I have the cure for what ails your TV blues: “THE AMAZING RACE.” You used to say you didn’t like reality or whatever but then you said you watch “Dancing” which is so LAME-O compared with TAR. I am not even remotely kidding.
TAR = BEST. SHOW. EVER.
And I HATE “Survivor,” “American Idol,” etc.
I know I cannot convince you, but this doesn’t mean I won’t keep trying.
April 5th, 2007 at 2:44 am
Dear Crappy Day,
Please leave my friend Isabel alone. She is kewl. She does not need crap from you!
Sincerely,
Kathleen
April 5th, 2007 at 3:22 am
I feel like I could have written this post today.
Hate. The. World.
Except Babboo’s hair. LOVE THE HAIR! But you know that already.
April 5th, 2007 at 11:56 am
Dig the sexy pose. Hope the nights get better soon
April 5th, 2007 at 1:26 pm
… not that you care – but… I love tights too.
April 5th, 2007 at 3:45 pm
Dear Crappy Day Gods,
Please leave Isabel alone! Hers is the first blog I read every day (start on the West Coast and move East around the world) and your giving her a bad day with no black clothing/accessories to hide behind is slowly seeping into the rest of the blogosphere. So, how about tomorrow you let her win the lottery, ok?
Thanks,
-heidikins