This day needs to curl up and die.
Just got home from being responsible for a bunch of mouthy, loud, disrespectful kids (that I ended up not going to the magic show with after all, which waah), checked the mail, turned on the TV, and looked around the house...
- NWOSU needs a transcript from SWOSU. My transcript from SWOSU is full of fail. And how the hell did they find out about my brief-yet-inglorious stint in Weatherford, any damn way? And can I explain away the flunking out of everything but band? ("Hey, I was going to go to class, but then I met Mr. Knock-Up Artist 1999, and you can guess what I really got out of Southwestern... Go 'Dawgs!")
- My cousin's fiancee's family and friends have invited me to her wedding shower. I'll go if Mom goes. They're registered at Wally World, so the gift is a no-brainer (find a pretty gift card and a lovely greeting card and bingo!), and I actually have something dressy-but-not-trying-too-hard. (And they're getting married in December, I think - is a shower this early apropos?) This is the girl who is going to have Shut Up Older Aunt as a mother-in-law, so I'm going to do my best to be supernice to her. She needs it.
- Yes, I need to download Adobe Acrobat. Yes, I use Firefox. No, I am in no dogdamn mood to jump through hoops right now. I'll let Andy do that.
- We're out of beer. Let me say that again: WE'RE OUT OF BEER.
- I need a break from Mickie. Seriously. Today. Right now.
- Laundry still needs done, there's thawed chicken thinking about going bad in the fridge, and I have an energy debt. I really want to have Andy pick up some burritos somewhere and tell the laundry to go hang itself.
- GWB has told us that the economy isn't all that bad, really, you guys, chill out and vote Republican and things will be copacetic... I have no words that won't get the FBI at my front door, glaring at me from behind dark sunglasses and thinking about the eighteen ways they know how to break my neck like a toothpick even though I look less threatening and sinister than Marie Osmond. *snarl*
I'm going to do some damn thing with the chicken so it doesn't go bad (and so I can get some protein for supper) and going to bed super-duper early tonight. This week is starting to suck out loud, and next week doesn't look any better.
- NWOSU needs a transcript from SWOSU. My transcript from SWOSU is full of fail. And how the hell did they find out about my brief-yet-inglorious stint in Weatherford, any damn way? And can I explain away the flunking out of everything but band? ("Hey, I was going to go to class, but then I met Mr. Knock-Up Artist 1999, and you can guess what I really got out of Southwestern... Go 'Dawgs!")
- My cousin's fiancee's family and friends have invited me to her wedding shower. I'll go if Mom goes. They're registered at Wally World, so the gift is a no-brainer (find a pretty gift card and a lovely greeting card and bingo!), and I actually have something dressy-but-not-trying-too-hard. (And they're getting married in December, I think - is a shower this early apropos?) This is the girl who is going to have Shut Up Older Aunt as a mother-in-law, so I'm going to do my best to be supernice to her. She needs it.
- Yes, I need to download Adobe Acrobat. Yes, I use Firefox. No, I am in no dogdamn mood to jump through hoops right now. I'll let Andy do that.
- We're out of beer. Let me say that again: WE'RE OUT OF BEER.
- I need a break from Mickie. Seriously. Today. Right now.
- Laundry still needs done, there's thawed chicken thinking about going bad in the fridge, and I have an energy debt. I really want to have Andy pick up some burritos somewhere and tell the laundry to go hang itself.
- GWB has told us that the economy isn't all that bad, really, you guys, chill out and vote Republican and things will be copacetic... I have no words that won't get the FBI at my front door, glaring at me from behind dark sunglasses and thinking about the eighteen ways they know how to break my neck like a toothpick even though I look less threatening and sinister than Marie Osmond. *snarl*
I'm going to do some damn thing with the chicken so it doesn't go bad (and so I can get some protein for supper) and going to bed super-duper early tonight. This week is starting to suck out loud, and next week doesn't look any better.