Say it here cause you can't say it directly- the get it off your chest thread (Part 1)

YAY!!! My summer school kid got a 99 on his makeup, and will walk at Sunday’s graduation!

The other summer school kid scored in the 80’s and will also walk.

It is really hard to concentrate on my mountain of work when I know we’re going to see our son in Lebanon in seven days! I need to buckle down. At least we’ve started packing already.

I’m very angered to learn that male llamas are born with extra pair of fighting teeth that they use to castrate other male llamas so that they become the only ones that can reproduce.

No, there are no “comfortable” seats for which you can make reservations. It’s commencement in a football stadium - everything is first-come, first-serve.

I don’t want to be in the middle of your drama. Monkey in the middle is not a good place for a family member.

You “snuck the dog” into a hospital room with permission from a nurse?

Oh…right…I forgot, the rules never apply to you!

I’m trying to find a dress for an event and the models on the website are all 5’10" and wearing a size four. I only wish the dresses looked like that on me. Reality hits hard when the boxes arrive. Good thing for free shipping and returns. Plus, this would be much easier (I think) if I had lost the 10 pounds I wanted to lose before summer. Oh well, I have to work with what I have.

I just deleted 7 people from my friends list on facebook and it felt great! Been out of work 3 months with foot surgery and have been updating my facebook now and again with my progress. Not one of those 7 people said a word about feeling better or anything. Normally I would not care but they are all nurses I work with and you would think that would have compassion!

After 20 years, I made my last school lunch ever. Not handling that well.

Dd graduated two weeks ago and she just got the call. She got an amazing job offer!

Your very last day of high school. A week to graduation. You’ve been spectacular kiddo. Now off to cry over an adult beverage I go…

To the people sitting next to me at our denomination annual meeting and dissing the guy across the room for sharing his opinion too often: yes, he does love to hear his own voice; yes, he thinks he knows everything and that his opinion is the only one that matters.

I should know. I’m married to him.

So my rosacea is flaring really badly. Probably because of the stress of being robbed and the related hassle. And when I saw Rudolph in the mirror this morning and ran to get my topical med I realized it was in my soap bag. Which was stolen. Whoever you are - I hate you so much.

Dear Universe - Please, please, please don’t let anything else happen…I can’t handle one more thing.

You can’t pay your rent on time this month and you want to tell me your sob story? Did you forget that little tidbit about me getting laid off? There’s a dozen behind you that would pay me in full for this summer so don’t think for a second my prior empathy will continue…try working that extra day, the one where you said “everyone deserves two days off in a row”…yea, and then sometimes we have to work 45 hours a week to pay our bills and have a roof over our heads. Your choice.

So proud of your sweet daughter and so sad that you couldn’t share it.

Super excited!!–H and I just heard that we are going to be grandparents for the first time! Can’t share the news with the whole family yet, but just had to tell someone. S and his wife are expecting in December!

Argh… you tell me your wife actually and literally falls asleep during sex???
I am so sorry you have young kids.
I don’t think you realize how weird this is…

Dear tortilla chips from the local restaurant that we have never ordered from in 16 years.
The entrees were a B which was just fine.
But DANG do not ever give us those amazing light and fresh chips!
They are my narcotic. I turn them into lethal nachos—After I have had dinner :frowning:

eat about 3 cookies a year. I would never bing on desserts.
BUT CHIPS!!! We may never order from you again but if we do it will be “no chips”!

Please don’t tell me your STEM kid is smarter than my history geek, then complain that yours didn’t graduate summa cum laude because she got Bs in those humanities courses she had to take.