I'd like to buy a vowel

OK I so I put up the reader board at the kid's school. You know the reader board. It's a board you can read. In other words it's a board with fucking letters on it. I call them fucking letters because I always call them the fucking letters. As in, "The fucking 'G' fell behind the fucking tree and now I have to fucking get it."

Fucking letters. See?

So now let's talk about when I put up the fucking letters. I try to do it near the first of the month and I put up the shit for a whole month in fucking letters. This and that. Meetings, crazy events, bingone, and even shit that I would never go to. Make it-Take it (not my punctuation mind you.) Where children (gasp) will make crafty shit for money to give to their loved ones. Why because children can get away with that shit. "Look aunt Rose, it's a pine cone been made to look like a christmas pineapple." What are you going to say to the little elementary kid? Geezus kid not only does this gift suck ass, I have to PUT it somewhere in my HOUSE. OK OK I don't really blame the kids for making gifts suitable only for shoving up hitler's ass on a daily basis. (That's a pineapple like object for those of you who are counting my Adam Sandler references.) It's really the parents fault for going to make it-take it (again not my punctuation) but I'm on a tangent. I think I'll stay for a bit. I got roped into working this event before I knew what it was. I had to help kids make (the words "help and kids" are really superfluous in that last sentence. You figure it out.) snow men made out of rice and white socks and FUCKING HOT GLUE.

Who thought of HOT glue? I want cool refreshing glue. Not HOT GLUE! Why? because Hot glue is HOT. It fucking burns you. Hence the Name HOT. It didn't stick very well either, it just burned me, made the fucking felt noses run (so to speak) and then fell off the god damn rice filled sock. I actually got ill. I shit you not. One mom looked at me said, "OK you've had enough you're going to throw up if you keep this up." She was fucking right. I went outside and when the cool air hit my face I almost yaked right then and there. I still owe her a debt of gratitude for saving me from White sock rice filled hell.

OK tangent over.

I went and did it this weekend. Don't tell me on Monday you want something up. That just pisses me off. I don't appreciate it.

I had to put up, "5/2-6 Staff appreciation Show your support"

That's not the line they sent me it was more like, "This week 5/2-5/2 is teacher and staff appreciation week so take some time to show them your support for all they do this whole year and what your child benefits from and how much we care about them"

Ya ok not only don't I have enough E's for that, even if I did, I don't have the fucking room. OK I exaggerated it wasn't quite that bad, but I did have to edit it down.

OK so I forgot one of the I's in Appreciation. It doesn't really matter which one does it? It was the ion i not the cia one. Don't fuck with the cia one. OK now my blog is getting way more attention that before. I'll start seeing all these government hits and shit. Cool.

So this morning in the cold I had to add an I. It didn't cost my 250 and I didn't have to ask Pat Sajack. (I don't give a fuck who does the initial spin now, it was Pat before and in my my mind it will always be Pat.)

Don't even get my started on Vanna (sp?)