randomness

I know this is a terribly American thing to get excited over, but M brought me home the coolest thing last week. Oral B Brush-Ups--new! Texturized teeth wipes! Displosable, mint burst--clean teeth, fresh breath anytime! One might worry that he was trying to tell me something, but it's a free sample that someone gave him at WalMart. I have a decided partiality to hand wipes, and now that I think about it, having the same thing for teeth is just brilliant. If you're wondering if I'm totally serious about this and I honestly think this is an excellent idea and not just another sign that we're suddenly living in a world that looks suspiciously like the inside of a handbasket--well, that's a good question. I haven't the faintest idea if I'm amused or aghast. I guess I'll have to use one before I can comment on the true usefulness, but the idea is clever.

I'm generally not having a very good week, but I'm pulling myself through with the promise of a long weekend in my immediate future. I wish that M didn't have to work on Saturday, but theoretically, he's off Sunday and Monday. The girl who was hired at the same time as him didn't show up to work today, though, so we're fearing that his days off might already be seeing some.. well, some nonexistence. Who knows? I've decided that I want to be a studio photographer too. M just ignored me when I said that. Then again, perhaps ignoring me is better than his response to my other career choice tonight. I've always wanted to have a job opening bills and soriting through checks and recording the payments to someone's account. (I'm sure the appeal would wear off after about a day, but just work with me here on this one.) I'm still far and away doing better for myself than my first career aspiration. I desperately wanted to be a garbageperson. I thought it would be hella cool to ride standing up on the back of the big truck. I was all of five or something, but my family has a long memory when it comes to embarassing stuff. I was actually a pretty cute kid. A touch bossy and obnoxious, perhaps. I'm not at all saying this to brag about how cool I am--rather, I think I'd just like for everyone to know that I used to be all sorts of cute before I got old and cranky. ;)

Speaking of cranky, I've been so, and I think it's definitely time to go to bed and hope that tomorrow will be a little better than today. Or at least shorter. I'm not picky at this point.