ADVICE WEDNESDAY JULY 31 2013

                                                      Dear Kitty,

 I cannot get my boyfriend to clean up after himself.  He is 

always complaining he is tired after work and then states on the

weekends is his time to rest.  I work 45 plus hours a week and 

he works the same.  Why must I work just as hard and clean       and cook?

Tired Betty Crocker

Dear Betty Crocker,

First of all don't marry the guy thinking it will change and lastly,either deal with it or trade in the lazy s.o.b. for a newer model that is willing to carry half the load of the relationship.  Maybe give him a sneak peak or peek (if you get my drift) of what life will be like with or without him participating.

That is all I got!  Don't be a sucker!  Weigh your options, pros and cons, and get to a plan - what ever that may be.

Good Luck,

                           Kitty

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Dear Kitty, 

Your not as funny as you think. A few fans an you think you are famous or something. Your head has gottin a bit big for your pantys. Get with reality and realise you are just the same nobody as everyone else. 

Douche Hat

(*~*They didn't give me a sign off name, so I dub the, Douche Hat*~* - Kitty)

Dear Douche Hat,

Take your medicine and while you're at it, take some 

grammar classes.

Love,

Kitty

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Dear Kitty’s Sarcasm,

I have a co worker who is extremely insensitive to others. She is always eating everyone’s food in the community kitchen, asking for things to be picked up for her when someone goes out and then never paying anyone back. At this point I have stopped

picking up things for her and have written my name on all of my food. She really is just an asshole. How do I say in a polite and kind way that gets the point across that she needs to buy her own fucking shit?
Fed Up At Work

Dear FUAW,

There is no way to say it nicely.  Just say, "NO" when 

asked for favors and when you catch her red handed, 

call her out on it.  Eventually she will either stop or 

you will have to start putting hot peppers in your

or may I suggest pot brownies.  :)

I once had a co-worker that I offered to share some

things with for lunch one day and they took it as 

green light for eating all and what ever was mine 

anytime.  Pissed me off.  They also had an issue with

cleaning up after them self.  How did I over come 

that issue?  Well, I called them out.  I called them out

publicly and they never did it again.

Good Luck,

Kitty

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TO SUM UP THIS WEEK'S ADVICE WEDNESDAY

EMAILS:

YOU ALL NEED TO TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR LIVES 

AND IF YOU DO NOT KNOW THE DIFFERENCE 

BETWEEN YOUR AND YOU'RE YOU NEED TO 

GET SOME HELP AT THE LOCAL COMMUNITY 

COLLEGE!  HERE IS A SONG TO SET YOU ALL 

OFF IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION FOR THE REST

OF THE WEEK!  YOU'RE WELCOME.

Kitty and the Killer Goose

I am working from home today.  The Kitten is sick.  Not the ideal situation due to the weather, my office has air conditioning and my house does not.  Boo!  Anywhooo...this morning it was much cooler out on the porch so I grabbed my Monster Rehab (a new fave: Tea and Lemonade with Energy), my laptop and some paperwork to start my day of work.  Seems like a nice lil morning, right?  Yah...nooo!  As a lot of you know I live on a lake.  In the early mornings my backyard is loaded with geese, ducks, birds of all sorts, squirrels and what ever other critter decides to come out for a stroll and breakfast.  Usually, I am inside getting ready for the day or on my way into the office.  Soooo....as I am sitting doing a little data entry and returning emails (oh I was on a confrence call as well)...a goose decides to leave the gaggle...wait...what is a group of geese called???  Shit, I cant remember...Anyways...a goose decides to get all "ballsy" and come at me looking for food I thought at first.  So I moved quickly to try and shooo it away.  That didnt work.  It got with in a few feet of me so I grabbed the watering pitcher that was next my lawn chair and threw water at it to scare it.  Duh!  Geese like water.  It stood there, stared at me like, "What the fuck is your problem lady" and started to walk closer to me.  Once it was with my reach I decided to retreat.  It is now standing on my deck and mean mugging me like a mother fucker.  What an asshole.  I just want to have my day go smoothly!  Good thing my conference call was on mute or the other managers in the company would have heard some serious shit from me...If a goose comes at you and you fight back is it animal cruelty?  I dont want hurt it but it's fight or flight.  So far...I am choosing flight.  The Mothership said to ask Darth Father for a 2x4 next time I visit.  With my luck a neighbor would report me and I would end up having to work from jail.  I wonder if jail has wi-fi?