Guest post: Pink Wonderland on things we fucking hate.

Good evening all! Ready for another instalment of things we fucking hate? Yes, yes you are. Today we have Kelsea and her woes on moving. Enjoy! Also, if anyone would like to get involved in this, please just drop me a message, its a lot of fun and it would be great to hear from you. 

When Daisy contacted me about Things I Fucking Hate Saturday, I thought about what is pissing me off lately. And I realised that I can't think about anything right now except for how much I detest moving. I think most people would agree there's not much in life that's more of a pain in the ass. All that stuff you own that looks reasonable when hidden away inside drawers suddenly turns into huge mountains of things when you have to move it. Then you're packing up stuff, and halfway through, you run out of tape or boxes or both. You spend a painful week packing your life up into cardboard boxes and all of your energy moving them from one place to the next... and what's your reward? Cleaning, paying for things like paint and changing locks... and unpacking! I'm officially over it. Don't be surprised if in a year, I am still digging through boxes for my work outfit in the morning.

Kelsea - Pink Wonderland

Guest post: The Quiet Owl on things we fucking hate.

Hello my angry little loves. Ready for some more grumpy rants? I know I certainly am, and here is one I totally fucking agree with from the wonderful Karen. Enjoy kids.

Seriously people. 
Don't let your kids run around unattended in the thrift store.  For one, I assume if you pay no attention to where your kids are while you're in public, you could give two shits about them.  I guess you are under the impression that your kids are so misbehaved that no one would try to take them, but I'm pretty sure the creepy old guy that just told your kid that he has puppy dogs and ice cream in his van doesn't care.  Secondly, never let your kid ride any kind of bike, scooter, car, ect... around in a store.  No one thinks it's cute.  Also, don't let your kids play with the toys in the thrift store.  For one, they are covered in germs (for god's sake, don't let them put the toys in their mouth either.  Blah....).  You also need to be aware that while you're looking at those jeans that are 4 sizes too small for you, your kid is sitting in the middle of the aisle with 50 dinosaurs spread out on the floor blocking my way, and you're just going to leave them sitting there until a poor employee has to pick them up.  Also, if I happen to accidentally stick my foot out and trip your kids while they're running at full force playing tag, don't be blame me.  You should have been watching them.  Oh wait, you were watching them, you're just more concerned about whatever you were doing to care.  Thrift stores play that "all children under the age of 12 must by accompanied by a parent at all times" message for a reason.  And do they really have to tell you to watch your children?  Just do it because it's the right thing to do.  Ok, I feel much better now.  Thanks Daisy!!!  

Karen - The Quiet Owl