Dear Gods of Allergies:
Love and kisses,
Dear Lords of Finance,
I am most sincerely sorry that I did something to piss you off. I would make the appropriate sacrifices and light the right candles if I could only figure out what they are. Let’s face O Mighty Ones, You haven’t been exactly forthcoming on the whole subject. I found out what caused yesterday’s foo – and while yes, it is legit – it IS NOT fixable by mere mortals like me.
Now, I don’t want to anger you further by calling you a bunch of lice-ridden twats, but you do realize that your behavior has been cuntish in the extreme? Unfortunately, you seem to have taken me as your favorite masturbatory device. Or game.
Every time I think I’ve got a handle on things, that I’m going to get my feet back under me – along comes a new bit of fuckery to yank the rug out from under me. I will get back on track and get this taken care of but in the meantime? Yeah, no love.
* – Die In A Fire After Being Dipped In Acid.
De pepples on de road are stooooooooooopid. Dey are de liddle bah-bah-baaaahs.
Dropped off Girliekins for her first day of school. From start to finish, the round trip took me almost 2 hours. It wouldn’t have been that long but every mother’s son and daughter had apparently forgotten how to drive. Not that they had much of a leap to that state here in Flake-Central.*
At any rate, got her to school and dropped off. She looked tres adorable in her little red & plaid dress. If ever I figure out how to post camera phone pics here, I will do so.
*- we gots two main kinds of drivers here in Austin:
Self-important, Suburban-driving, soccer moms with their cell phones rammed to their ears with one hand and a mascara wand in the other. “Steer? That’s what your knees are for, Officer!”
Tripped out, heavy patchouli oil-wearing so their co-workers at the organic co-op won’t smell the sweat & ganja on them, cosmically linked hippies. “Duuuuuuude, I know like the light was red but like the universal vibe told me to go ahead & turn left against traffic.”
Sometimes my imagination and the RW collide in weird ways.
I have been re-reading the Tower series by el Steven King. I have reached the final book – in fact, stayed up way too late last night with the reader’s conundrum….”Just one more page, one more chapter. Then I’ll put it down!”
At 2, I finally wrested myself away from the damn book and got to sleep. *snurgle, snuggle, whuffle, wheeeeeeeeeeeze*
ALARM: Blat! Blat!
CAT: Blat! BLAT!
At any rate, got me and the Girlie up. Hygiened and dressed. Out the door. Down to car. And here is where the reality of this world and my admittedly overactive imagination smacked together. Behind my car a hopscotch grid was chalked, surrounded by stars, comets and caged planets. Let me tell you, that sucker stopped me cold for a second. I shook it off after a few and came into work. But what are the odds, man?*
* – probably pretty good, actually. But still. I thought about looking around for a sign that if there would likely read “Have you seen our cat? Her fur changes color every so often but she is a good cat. Goes by the name “mare”! Reward if found!”
If his connecting flight out of Houston is on time, he should be landing in Austin around 8.30 PM
I think we are probably going to grab a bite to eat at Kerby’s on 183. We should be there around 9ish or so, if anyone wants to join us for pie and coffee – or dinner if you don’t mind eating late.
*dances happy squee dance of joy*
*Amends dance to include a snarl of frustration*
City: Houston, TX (IAH – Intercontinental)
Time it was supposed to leave: 5:25 p.m.
Actual Departure Time: 8:10 p.m.
City: Austin, TX (AUS)
Time it was supposed to arrive: 6:25 p.m.
Time its NOW supposed to arrive: 9:03 p.m.
Status: Delayed – Weather
plane Full of Boy has in fact been delayed. Again.
We are now looking at a him leaving Florida an hour before he was actually supposed to arrive here in Austin.
Or for those who prefer their news slightly less confusing — he’s been delayed for at least 3 hours.
What does this make me?
Why very, very stressed – thank you for asking. I am SO upset that my shoulders feel like they are made of I-beams and my head feels like its going to explode like some watermelon-Gallagher-prop.
I may cry.
If that bitch Erin prevents Dodger from coming into town, I will have a meltdown.