Too many idiots.
The phone company is saying it will take a couple days before they can switch our number. Goodie for the phone company. In the meantime, that idiot Ken keeps trying to call and talk to my mate. Caller ID helps screening him sometimes, but he's being clever about it.
You'd think that scaring the piss out of him once would teach him. But then again, those types never learn, do they? And I seriously wonder how the competition feels about having little brownnoser pussyboy running over to talk to the owner and CEO of their biggest rival?
I think if he calls again, I need to record it and send a little tape to his boss. A small present to make his day you know.
In the meantime, things are just delightful around here as Victoria's first tooth gets ready to make its way into this world. Saiyajin children teeth earlier than human ones. I don't think Trunks and Bra were this early, but apparently, Victoria is going through this early. We were having a hell of a time figuring out why she was shrieking a good part of last night and nothing could comfort her. She finally ended up "falling asleep" around 5:00 this morning. I suspect it was more colapsing from exhaustion.
Well, that woman fininally figured out the problem, but we didn't have any of those insane teething rings, so this morning when the stores opened, I thought I'd go and get some. What do I know about teething rings? Nothing. So, I bought one of every type they had, which was around 40 different ones, go home and throw them in the freezer.
Well, Victoria woke up after the other kids were off to school, in rare form again. So, we give her the teething rings. She throws them across the room. Now our living room has become a war zone of teething rings. We've tried to pick them up, but we probably missed a few, which I'm sure the cats will chew on when they see them.
Teething rings throw across the room are not going to help the problem, clearly. But someone failed to explain that to Victoria. So, I kept doing the stupid thing and giving her more. Finally, my mate goes into the kitchen, takes a bagel out of the refrigerator and hands it to her. That's right, a bagle.
Victoria jambs it in her mouth and starts cooing happily and drooling up a storm.
About a hundred dollars in teething rings and they're all useless. A sixty-nine cent bagle is the answer to all our prayers. Oh sure, after a few minuts in her mouth she turns it into a pulpy mass and then cries till she gets another one, but still... a bagle.
How do mothers know these things? Because I could have tried all day and never once would the solution of a bagel cross my mind.