I Think You Stink

I’ll admit it – I’m in a crappy mood.
Maybe it’s my meds. Maybe it’s the heat. Maybe I’m just scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life, the way I feel when I’m with you - ooops! That’s Baby in Dirty Dancing, not me! Got a bit carried away there!
Whatever the reason (
I’m sure if I spent another couple of minutes, I could list at least five more), I’m cranky and I’m irritated and am not about to take it out on my cats – and certainly not on you. (I love you! You know that! Right? OK – we’ll talk more bout that later – remind me!)
I’d say it’s possible I got up on the wrong side of the bed – only I still don’t have a friggin bed to sleep in, thanks to a combination of careless movers, poor timing, ADHD-procrastinated paperwork, and just overall shoddy customer service from Priority Moving.
So, I’m in the mood to vent. I’m wanting to share some of the frustration that the random dingbats and doody-heads (you heard me right!) are bringing into my life.
Still, I don’t want to turn my blog into a ranting bitch-fest.
What’s a girl to do?
If that girl is me, she creates another blog to house all her complaints and disappointments. (Or some of them, at least!)
She even convinces herself this is a positive thing – rather than sit and stew, she can get it all out there, off that DDD chest that already weighs her down. Plus, perhaps by publishing these atrocities, I (yeah, switching back to 1st person – I’m crazy that way) can contribute to the googlesphere – so that others don’t repeat the same mistakes.
If I can prevent one tourist from choosing the Mission Valley “Resort”, then it’s all worth it.
Well, not really – it still sucked.
But it does feel a bit therapeutic to publicly declare to each
Truly Nolan, Priority Moving, and The Mission Valley Resort:

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