Today makes the third day off work. Seriously, I need to find a way to make money doing this; screwing around online and in the process maybe hammer out a coherent thought that resonates with whomever stumbles up on my blog (either by accident or intention). This mornin g I had no inclination to do my laundry after Mancub left for school. No, what I fully planned was crawling back into bed for another hour or so. Then, once fully re-rested, I'd make a pot of coffee and chillax with the morning news. Oh, who am I fooling? I would have parked my carcass at this amusement box and goofed around on Plurk or Facebook with an intermittent perusal of one of the blogs I have listed over there ----------> Maybe I should always plan on being Miss Slackerass because, rather than going back to bed, I put on clothes, sorted laundry and hauled my tuchus to the local gas n'sip /launderette. Small town living is just so freakin ' peachy. For a Monday, the gas/laundry facility was ...
Fairly brilliant.
ReplyDeleteThere are people who can't be comfortable with silence. Let's say a particular someone I'm unfortunately acquainted with was so desperate that she was reading bumper stickers out loud. A forced situation. Blah!
ReplyDeleteUsually these kinds of thoughts happen around the 5th year of marriage as it usually starts out as, "What do you want to do today?"
ReplyDelete(response) "Kill you"
Seriously, I know how you feel, it's like you are supersensitive to certain bahaviors or just plain words being spoken that when observed, it sets you off.
ha! "kill you."
ReplyDeleteThe person I was forced to ride shotgun with annoys me beyond all belief.
She's the kind of person who walks into a room and screams -- i mean literally screams in a childlike voice -- "HIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!" and wonders why I respond with a "die, bitch die!" glare.
Heaven help me, I know exactly how you feel. What is it about the passing of air through one's larynx that so many people find so fascinating?
ReplyDeleteTo top it all off, she whistles like a tea kettle, then asks, "don't I whistle pretty? can you tell what song it is?" ARGH!
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