Not exact matches
I am
sick of these
things that can not be proven - that are taken as «gospel» from
second and third - hand accounts thousands of years ago without any proof whatsoever.
We lost against Watford we expect to win against Chelsea are we serious???? I dreamed we lost 4 1 I could not watch the match after we let the
second in that nightmare was on I thought >> >> > as for that first goal it should not have stood as the goal came from dangerous play >> >> > unfortunately the team fell apart the unity has gone out the window >> >> players make school errors yet they earn 100 000 a week crazy carry on >> >> > I am
sick of it I have had it with this punch >> > embarrassing carry on cant defend cant attack they only
thing they can do is dwell with the ball side ways I am
sick of this dwelling about with the ball
So have aspects of the Terrible Twos, fighting the uphill battle of keeping a newborn from getting
sick when your eldest has spiked a scary fever, cats seeming to punch into their night shifts for mayhem the
second the whole house goes quiet at bedtime, and the proven fact that
things will sometimes be simply out of our control in this household for awhile.
Someone told me about it last week and I was in tears reading some of the
things people say about bloggers that I love, but then for some reason for a split
second, I felt that others that were on the list should actually be there, because I too have been
sick of the bs they blog about.
I spent the first week
sick in bed, the
second week
sick in Fiji (ah, well, at least it was warm), the third week nursing Sprog 1 through a vomitting bug, the fourth week... well, I was expecting I'd get a chance to stretch my legs on the whole «lady of leisure»
thing, but no, I'm nursing Sprog 2 through a bout of tonsilitis.