Oh Giant Mug of Life, how I heart thee
I've never shown it to You People, have I? Here 'tis, next to a can for size perspective.
It's a hot/cold mug from a hospital in Green Bay Wisconsin. I had a slightly smaller Mug of Life from the same place (I shall call it...MiniMug...of Life), but Libby ate it. So now I'm down to just this one. MmmmmmmmmmugOfLife.
People at my office make comments about the Mug of Life, poking fun at it. But I know the truth - they're insanely jealous that they have to keep going back to the kitchen for more coffee and I don't. They also might be mildly annoyed if they come to the kitchen right after I've filled the Mug since it usually means they will have to wait for a new pot to brew as filling the Mug pretty much drains the pot. They just need to move faster is all.
Mug of Life (well, its contents really) is my crutch today. I was up until nearly 3 last night preparing for Best Friend Gert's visit. Most things were already done, but I started trying to get "bigger" stuff done that I was hoping to accomplish before she gets here. Like fix the dishwasher, the washing machine, get the giant rock out of the pipe in Kevin's bathroom sink....
The result of the above-mentioned endeavours?
I did what the Whirlpool website said to do to the washer. Didn't fix squat. Same for the dishwasher. Nonsquat once again. And that rock - that damned rock Kev dropped into his sink (after 3,739 requests that he not leave rocks or pebbles on the bathroom counter in case they fall into the sink), grrr! In trying to make me stop saying, "Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude you dirtbag sink blocker!", he says, "Hey we can still use the sink. It just takes 7 hours for it to drain, that's all. No problem!" Rackin' frackin' sackin' jackin' dackin'.....
I am rather grumpy today and am trying to shake it off. I know it's just lack of sleep (and broken appliances). Speaking of such things...something I try hard to do is never take my foul mood out on other people. It really chaps my ass when someone bites my head off and then says, "Sorry, I'm in a bad mood." Fuck that. A "bad mood" is no excuse to treat people badly. Keep yer cloud to yerself, pal. Talk about it if you'd like, but don't be shitty. Lest I shoot a rubber band right at your forehead.
Something did make my mind's voice give a little "Hooray!" this morning:
It's a good trend - keep our appendages crossed that it continues.
Anyway, Best Friend Gert is coming! Hooray!! Kevin can't wait - when she's here, she takes him to the fancy coffee shop in the next town and they have morning coffee together, just the two of them. And we're gonna DO stuff. We didn't get to really DO stuff last year, but this year we'll do dinner and Comedy Caravan, and go to Huber Farm to pick fresh fruits and veggies and make a monster healthy meal from our pickings, and then on Sunday go to the park for frolicking and a picnic with Mr. Spectacular. If only we could do it more than once a year, darnit.
More excitement to come, the details of which I will disclose later. Must attend to work-like tasks and refilling the MugOfLife (not necessarily in that order).
It's a hot/cold mug from a hospital in Green Bay Wisconsin. I had a slightly smaller Mug of Life from the same place (I shall call it...MiniMug...of Life), but Libby ate it. So now I'm down to just this one. MmmmmmmmmmugOfLife.
People at my office make comments about the Mug of Life, poking fun at it. But I know the truth - they're insanely jealous that they have to keep going back to the kitchen for more coffee and I don't. They also might be mildly annoyed if they come to the kitchen right after I've filled the Mug since it usually means they will have to wait for a new pot to brew as filling the Mug pretty much drains the pot. They just need to move faster is all.
Mug of Life (well, its contents really) is my crutch today. I was up until nearly 3 last night preparing for Best Friend Gert's visit. Most things were already done, but I started trying to get "bigger" stuff done that I was hoping to accomplish before she gets here. Like fix the dishwasher, the washing machine, get the giant rock out of the pipe in Kevin's bathroom sink....
The result of the above-mentioned endeavours?
I did what the Whirlpool website said to do to the washer. Didn't fix squat. Same for the dishwasher. Nonsquat once again. And that rock - that damned rock Kev dropped into his sink (after 3,739 requests that he not leave rocks or pebbles on the bathroom counter in case they fall into the sink), grrr! In trying to make me stop saying, "Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude you dirtbag sink blocker!", he says, "Hey we can still use the sink. It just takes 7 hours for it to drain, that's all. No problem!" Rackin' frackin' sackin' jackin' dackin'.....
I am rather grumpy today and am trying to shake it off. I know it's just lack of sleep (and broken appliances). Speaking of such things...something I try hard to do is never take my foul mood out on other people. It really chaps my ass when someone bites my head off and then says, "Sorry, I'm in a bad mood." Fuck that. A "bad mood" is no excuse to treat people badly. Keep yer cloud to yerself, pal. Talk about it if you'd like, but don't be shitty. Lest I shoot a rubber band right at your forehead.
Something did make my mind's voice give a little "Hooray!" this morning:
It's a good trend - keep our appendages crossed that it continues.
Anyway, Best Friend Gert is coming! Hooray!! Kevin can't wait - when she's here, she takes him to the fancy coffee shop in the next town and they have morning coffee together, just the two of them. And we're gonna DO stuff. We didn't get to really DO stuff last year, but this year we'll do dinner and Comedy Caravan, and go to Huber Farm to pick fresh fruits and veggies and make a monster healthy meal from our pickings, and then on Sunday go to the park for frolicking and a picnic with Mr. Spectacular. If only we could do it more than once a year, darnit.
More excitement to come, the details of which I will disclose later. Must attend to work-like tasks and refilling the MugOfLife (not necessarily in that order).