Today I go to the dentist for some drilling. Some of my fillings are from, ohhh, 1972, and need replacing. I have an honest-to-god cavity as well. Well, I didn’t sleep well last night (dog were grumbling about something). Got up and made coffee, went and brushed my teeth. Got to work (here in my study) then, at 6:40, went to the kitchen to for coffee. I dropped to my knees and cried! The coffee maker was unplugged. Last night my son and I made paper, and I needed the plug for the blender. The paper came out quite well, and in a departure from my usual behavior, I cleaned and put everything up. But, but,but,but I forgot to plug in the coffee maker (sob!).
So my dentist appointment is at 9:00. I have playground duty at my son’s school at 11:25, I can see myself now: “Heyb Youb Kiduhs, Stob thab.” My father-in-laws is coming today, and I’ll have to pick him up in Sherman (70 miles distant) we have no idea when, so that might be right after playground duty.
On a related note, I’m the only father on playground duty, hence I get the shift with the fewest (if any) kids. The first couple of times the woman from the next shift came early to watch me. She also preached the gospel to me (like I(atheist) really needed to hear that).
I don’t think this is a pit topic, cause it’s about me and nothing is more mundane and pointless than that.
Oh I should add that my son goes to a private school for kids with dyslexia. Dyslexia is genetic so every is always trying to guess which parent is dyslexic. I going down hard today. I’m prepared for “knowing nods,” and all that.
My god, I write like sh*t. every=everyone, dog=dogs, etc… I try to proofread, but I just can’t see.
You don’t need coffee; you need BOOZE!
Calm down…take a deep breath. You will be fine. The time at the playground will be fun…you’ll get to play with the kids…that should relax you for your trip to pick up your father-in-law. It could be worse…you could be out of clean underwear.
“Do or do not, there is no try” - Yoda
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::hands you a cup of steaming hot coffee just the way you like it::
I really try to be good but it just isn’t in my nature!
Well, I’m back from the dentist. The right side of my mouth is so numb I just bite through my tongue twice! Sh*t
Oh, did I mention we’re going out for tex-mex tonight?
Then you’ll be able to handle the extra-hot sauce, no problem.
Aw, man, come here. (Gives you a big hug). Here’s some more coffee and some eggs Benedict. Good, isn’t it? Okay. Feel better? Good.
NOW IT’S MY TURN!!!
I got the chorus of barking dogs this morning. My neighbor has decided that she STILL doesn’t want to clean up after her dog so she now leaves the back gate open. Not only does this dog crap all over the alley but it goes up to the fence line and viciously barks at the other dogs. They, being dogs, bark back. This rises in pitch and volume until EVERY dog on the block is going full tilt. Oh, yeah, did I mention it’s seven in the morning? And I just quit smoking 13 days ago?
Ah. Thanks for letting me bitch. Any eggs left?
Best!
Byz
Byz, it could be worse. We live in a condominium, so our front yard is about the size of a postage stamp. Our next door neighbor puts his dog out in his front yard three to four times a day. It’s on a leash, but it’s one of those 25-30 foot leashes There is no fence or barrier separating the two yards, so every day, three times a day, his dog gladly trots over to our yard and takes a shit. Our lovely condominium association has repeatedly sent letters to our home, telling us that they will fine us if we do not clean up after our dog. I write back every time and tell them the same thing: “GODDAMNIT! WE DON’T HAVE A FREAKIN’ DOG!!” (well, not exactly in those words). We asked the neighbors repeatedly to clean up the mess, but they never could seem to be bothered. Sometimes, the hubby or I would go outside and clean up the mess ourselves. After over a year of this, my hubby, in a fit of frustration, picked up the dog poop, placed it inside a plastic bag, then put it in the neighbor’s mailbox. I told him that he should have forgotten the bag and just placed the poop directly in the box, but that would have been just too gross. Luckily for us, the dog doesn’t bark too much. If it did, I think I would have strangled the bastard with his leash by now (just kidding, animal lovers out there).
Shadowfox
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Oh, sorry…Mr ThinSkin, I hope your day gets better. On the good side, the kids at the playground will get a hoot out of watching you walk around with one of your cheeks puffed up like a chipmunk!
Shadowfox
“The two real political parties in America are the Winners and the Losers. The people don’t acknowledge this. They claim membership in two imaginary parties, the Republicans and the Democrats, instead.”
-Wampeters, Foma and Granfalloons, “In a Manner that Must Shame God Himself” (Kurt Vonnegut)
“Distinguished” Sexy assistant to Head Honcho,
Self-Righteous Clique