June makes me grouchy.   I know that’s really stupid.  A whole month?  What in the actual hell kind of sense does that make?  Well, here’s the thing.  Ever since I became a single mom, the month of celebrating dad simply pisses me off.  Now don’t get me wrong…I love my dad a whole lot, but this post isn’t about him; it’s about me.  And I have made some pretty awful choices in the areas where my babies’ daddies are concerned.  They each have one common denominator: my complete lack of good sense and judgment.   For the most part, I don’t really even talk to Rat Bastard on Father’s Day.  To…

Today is Saturday, and it is a beautiful day outside.  Hot as hades, but still quite lovely and bright sunshine-y.  Despite waking up with a headache because I had an extra glass of sparkling rose last night, I really wanted to not waste any part of my weekend off.  I have been in the house buying funk for a couple of days, and I’m trying to shake it off.  For the most part, I have shaken it off.  Not to the point that I want to really keep looking, but enough that I’m not totally sad about it now.  I’m still in the “I don’t know” stage where I can’t…