Not Appropriate, At All
Ya’ll realize, I hope, that if you’re looking at my blog and something really weird is there, under comments, that it is not our crowd — it’s the…
OK. I cannot use any of the words that these folks use to track me down. So read between the lines:
They’re sp@!mers. I f&!king despise them. I spend a large part of my day deleting na&*y comments left by s@amm#!$ on my blog and Hockey God’s. In fact, I deleted about 20 comments today alone on the two blogs, including half a dozen on Hockey God’s, left from the time we got home from Wacky Girl’s dentist appointment (at 6 p.m.) and now (8:30 p.m., same day).
Oddly, he gets about three times more junk mail than I do. Just like our snail mail.
Re: dentist. WG needs braces. She is six. “Six year olds don’t get braces!” you’re no doubt thinking, “They don’t, like, even have all their permanent teeth yet. WTF Wacky Mommy?” They get “appliances” now, then braces later. I have been told this is expensive. Please don’t tell me how expensive. I’m enjoying denial. Her teeth are way crookedy. Good word, no? Crookedy. Makes it seem almost comical, instead of “F&*@!ng h&*l we have to re-fi the house for this?” Her bite and jaw will get “even worse and she will need surgery,” according to the two dentists and two orthodontists we have seen.
“You might be looking at surgery, on down the road, anyway,” they say.
“It’s too soon to tell the extent of this,” they say. Although they all agree that the poor kid’s mouth is a mess.
“You can make payments,” they all say.
Good, good, that’s a comfort.
So the junk mail? Please ignore. Thanks and have a splendiferous night.
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Wicked, so cool you’ve got your own domain now. It’s been a while between reads obviously!!
I wish I could spam the spammers – I’d love to sell them a clue.
June 6th, 2006 | #