Yesterday I had a cat-nap seeing as there was sweet FA to do and woke up with a huge bite on my upper lip. I am now looking for the tarantula that bit me so that I can bite it back.
This morning I asked the Twat how bad it looked due to all the virtual interviews I have lined up this coming week. He took a look.
“Well, you could always wear a burqa.”
“No, I am serious. I can’t go to a fucking interview with that on my lip.”
“It’s not that that I would worry about – it’s the rest of your face.”
Never.Ask.Him.For.Advice.Again.
Evah.








10 Comments
Berk ………
Has the Twat ever sworn “to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth” in court? He has? Then tell him that it didn’t mean for life! He can now lie and tell you that even with a swollen lip, you are still beautiful.
Er. . . that didn’t come out right did it? I’m off t’pub. . .
He’s been sleeping in the knife drawer that one. Could it be a mozzie bite?
There is a reason they call him THE TWAT.
LMFAO!
Mme. Z., best wishes for a speedy recovery from that trauma on your lip. And from the one you live with.
It’s so good that you have your own personal motivator
What is your blog called, again?
How do you know for sure it’s a spider bite and not foul play by you know who…
Has the Twat ever sworn “to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth” in court? He has? Then tell him that it didn’t mean for life! He can now lie and tell you that even with a swollen lip, you are still beautiful.
Er. . . that didn’t come out right did it? I’m off t’pub. . .