You know how I'm always saying that Mondays suck donkey balls?
Well they do.
I called in sick last Friday because I was sick of going to work but trying to "stick it to 'em" always back fires. I had 3 people complain about the same situation and all 3 stories were different! The kicker was that they were ALL WRONG! It took me 2 minutes to solve a problem they spent all of Friday working on.
When I finally left the work Monday from hell, I was greeted by this awesome splatter of bird shit on the windshield. It was perfectly centered, a work of art really, so I give the bird major kudos. Since we had a warm sunny day, the bird shit was nicely baked onto the glass and nearly impossible to remove. Awesome!
Then I sat in 20 minutes of construction traffic just to go 3 blocks.
My normal 5 minute commute took almost half an hour. I know you're probably crying for me right now.
Just when I thought my Monday couldn't get worse, I received an email from a person who had sent me 3 previous ones. This person wants me to submit my blog to a certain directory. I'm not really submitting my blog anywhere else at the moment since I'm doing pretty well with the ones I'm in now. However, I still think I may have thought about it had the person sending me the email gotten my name right."Hello Bette,
About a month ago I sent you an email inviting you to add your blog to XXXXXXX.com - the first blog directory that categorizes using geography, not categories - and I thought I would give you one last gentle nudge!"
I will let Bette know this is her last gentle nudge but I can't guarantee she'll give a flying rat turd.
Oh well tomorrow is Tuesday and OZ starts his vacation so I'm sure it'll be better.
In other, evil news...
The other day, my brother Rick, who is living in the upstairs floor of my house, hid behind my mom’s kitchen door so that he may pop out and yell BOO! just as I entered the kitchen.
I hate it when people do that and everybody knows it but it makes them laugh to hear me shriek like a school girl because it is so ANTI my tough chick persona.
Rick was laughing so hard, I thought he was going to drop his left testicle. Jerk!
So, in the time honored tradition of siblings getting back at one another…
My mom was in her bedroom changing Rick’s baby’s diaper. I went into mom’s bedroom, said ‘hi’ then came barreling back out and exclaimed “the baby fell off the bed!” to which Rick’s heart dropped and he said “WHAT??” and was heading over there when I yelled “scared ya’!”
For some reason he didn’t think that was funny. On the other hand, I think I’ve cured him of his ‘scare Bee’ habit. I do what I can for humanity.