Sorry. Hope you aren't eating.
Anyway, I take a couple sick days and then I play from behind all week, at home and at work. I don't know when I'll ever catch up.
Luckily no one else got sick. As much as I believe in sharing, a sick man is no woman's idea of a good time. I think that's why more husbands aren't poisoned to death
I'm gearing up for a big weekend push on the ManCave project (thank you Lorrie). I would love to fill you in on what's been happening but since I can't type while I'm twitching, let's just say 'progress' is not the word of the week.
Nor is 'decisiveness'.
Noooo, noooo. More likely it would be 'Idon'tgivearatsrump,decidealready!'
But those aren't words, are they boys and girls?
Does anyone know what ever happened to quaaludes? I don't think I've heard them mentioned since like the 80's but if ever they were going to make a comeback, now would be a darn good time for me.
Tell me, what do you have planned for the weekend, and what, if anything, are you counting on to pull YOU through?
In other news: more evidence that my Karma account is WAY into overdraft.
You know that I've tried to give up as much driving as possible, right?
If you could see what the air looks like in our fair metropolitan soup bowl right now, you would understand. Driving unecessarily feels roughly equivalent to pooping in the swimming pool and then swimming 50 laps.
So, you'd think I'd be saving some coin on gas, no?
Last weekend I was lucky enough to snag 'my' car for the weekly grocery run. No, Debbie, I did NOT remember my reusable bags. I wasn't, however, lucky enough to find anything but fumes in the tank. So I filled it up.
This came on the heels of it being 'my turn' to fill Alpha's tank. We carpool to work/school in the morning and she is pretty good about letting me use daJeep whenever I need it... Well, last night I used her rig to make a Target run and whaddayaknow, it was on E. Luckily, my round red retail pusher is only a few blocks away so I made it there and home with 10 drops to spare.
After I unloaded, I told Homer "I think I got her this time. I left the tank on empty and I'm taking the bus tomorrow so she can't pull that old 'Oh dear Mommy, we need gas but I have no money' thing on me!" I quoted her in my best silly, blond me voice.
I was feeling quite proud of myself.
Fast forward to this morning. For some reason, I am unable to push back the covers at 6:30am. Who knew goose down could be so heavy?
So, I'm laying in bed wondering if I should get my lazy self up and make a mad dash for the bus or lounge a little longer and catch a ride with Alpha, which puts me at work quite late. I sort of decide to make the dash but I run into problems, so I go to her room to find out what time she's leaving.
But she's not there!
Well, I'll show the little poo! I'll take daJeep to work, yes I will!
By the time I get back to my room, I start to wonder if I should worry because she is not home. I'm a good mother like that.
I check my phone.
One message received.
'I am sleeping
at lily's so you
can drive my
jeep to work
i will just drive
She forgot to add that it HAS NO GAS.
Scratch that. It DIDN'T HAVE any gas. I am a victim of teenage wilyness and my own laziness.
I have calculated that so far this month, driving is costing me roughly $5/mile - just for gas.
But, I think I should just shut up and be glad it's only $1.57 a gallon, huh?