Nothing like Randomness on a Monday!

I hate Mondays.

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I almost didn’t come in to work today since it’s a perfect fall day for the Zoo. I woke up thinking I would call in sick and take my momma and Natalia downtown and have a nice day playing hooky. As I reached over for my cell phone to make the call, I remembered I would be the only one in the Business Office because Purple Dino-SOUR doesn’t work Mondays and Milton is on vacation. I had to drag my lazy butt outta bed!

Once I got here I was told Scarecrow also had the day off. Now as I’m sitting here having had my coffee, sipping my yummy-I-don’t-care-what-Andy-says mango juice and a couple of slices of Cojack, I’ve come to the realization that I miss the bats!

Yeah, I need the bats to stimulate my day into activity! If they’re not around to torture my brain, I don’t force myself to concentrate on anything in order to ignore them.

That made me think of a book or movie I read/saw that said this was the purpose for evil, without evil no one would know what good was. So the question is, which one am I?

I mean I have no one here to laugh at, to berate, or even to ignore. So that would seem I’m evil. BUT! That means I’m behaving myself and being good so...

Hmmm… time to ponder.

Anyway!

Have you ever had people come visit you and then be rude to you in your house?

Here is my solution for these future pests.

Ready?

Say this to them before they walk thru the door:

IF YOU ARE GOING TO COME TO MY HOUSE AND TALK SHIT DON’T BOTHER COMING IN!

Do you think that will work? Yeah probably not! I mean if these people are ignorant enough to leave their manners (if any) at the door maybe they won’t get the hint even if you beat them over the head with a mallet.

I’m sure I’ll get in trouble for that comment but what else is new?

A lady I worked with once gave me this gem to pass on to these types of people:

You know what they say about opinions? They’re like assholes, everybody’s got one.


Boomhauer.

As I was leaving for work this morning my neighbor's driveway was completely packed and they were drinking in his garage at the very early hour of 8:15 AM (yes I was already 15 minutes late for work!), anyway I found out what the parties had been about. It turns out his dog died on Wednesday. :o(

Danaley was a good girl!