Wednesdays are great for Wordless and Wordful posts, but we decided to go a different route and create our own Wednesday fun. We figured what the hell. That's how we started What The Hell Wednesday. Who are we kidding? That's pretty much how we decide on almost everything. If you want to play along, grab our button on the sidebar, link up to us in your post and don't forget to sign in to McLinky below. Really, what the hell?

Stacy

It's no secret that I like Facebook. Although I'm not a big fan of people, I do have a bunch of friends. Every time I log in and notice my friend list number is lower, I always wonder who unfriended me. Don't get me wrong, I've unfriended at least 20 people so far, Ijust don't like to be unfriended. The other day I realized someone I talk to all the time unfriended me! What The Hell?? Why did she do it? I've always been nice to her! It really makes me want to email her and ask why...but then I'd be that crazy friend she unfriended that stalked her!!

LOST.....What The Hell????

Survivor-J.T. What The Hell??? Why are you helping Russell? Are you that much of a dumbass?

There is a new show on Game Show Network. It's a Dating Game, hosted by Jerry Springer. That right there should be a warning to potential contestants!! What The Hell are you doing going on a dating show hosted by Jerry Springer!!!?? It's called Baggage I think, and the potential suitors tell really awful, embarrassing things about themselves. Why would you want to go out with someone that said he cheated on all of his girlfriends!!!

I've been doing pretty well going to the gym lately. Which is weird because I am not someone that likes to exercise! But I do like it. The other day I was on the hell stair master machine, and I glanced over at this other woman that was sweating profusely. I saw her time limit, and her resistance. The time was at 40 minutes and the resistance was really high. What The Hell? She looked like she was going to pass out!! I was happy to last 12 minutes on it the other day!!

Elle

I had my CT-scan last Wednesday and I still don't have the results. Apparently the only person in the whole office that can put the test results in the computer for the doctor to see has been out of the office. What The Hell?? What do I have to do to just get my test results. What if she quits? Will my test results just languish there on some desk forever? So I'm a little ticked at this point. Even though I'm fairly certain that Dr. Hernia is wrong, I still want the results to figure out where to go from here.

Today I called someone I knew and although I don't know this person very well, we are acquaintances. The first thing I do is say "Hi, this is Elle, how are you?" and then I get "Fine." and then nothing. Hey, I'm waiting for a "Fine, how are you?" back. What The Hell? This used to happen all the time with another person and it drove me crazy. It didn't matter if I was the one to call her or she called me, I never ever got the "Fine, how are you?" It used to bug me and even though I knew she wasn't gonna say it, I still waited, leaving that little pause, hoping she would, but she never did.

My weed flower beds are a mess. I've been neglecting them for a while, between not feeling well and the whole fact that weeding is just outside housework, they are in dire need of attention. I did manage to weed for over an hour today before I was needed to prepare food, pour drinks or fix something. Sissy even helped me weed for a bit. When I got home from work I asked my husband if he noticed all the weeding I'd done. He said "I saw the bag of weeds but I couldn't see where you weeded." What The Hell??!! How can you not see it? It was filled with leaves and crap, now it's some dirt and flowers. I knew I hated weeding!

Views: 0

Tags: Facebook, baggage, game, hell, show, the, wednesday, what

Comment

You need to be a member of Mom Bloggers Club to add comments!

Join Mom Bloggers Club

Advertisement

MARKETPLACE

ADVERTISEMENT

Link to Us

Loading…

© 2014   Created by Mom Bloggers Club.

Badges  |  Report an Issue  |  Terms of Service