Sunday -- Bad Poetry Night.

Sunday night, Sunday night, oh why do you come so soon?
These long weeks make me feel as crazy as a loon.
I wish for the lottery, I wish for all the cash
To forever keep me in potatoes, both baked and mash--
ed.
Without the nasty ick
Of work, a habit I must kick
And live after happily ever
And leave my Sunday night angst for never.

Okay, so I'm not a poet. (ed. note: The above poem was written by me in an attempt to write bad poetry. I have often said that any infrequent attempt I ever made at poetry isn't worth reading--but umm, please don't assume that it would be THAT bad, okay?) Actually, I shouldn't even't complain because I don't have to work tomorrow. I suppose I'm just whining in sympathy for M, and because he will drag me off to bed before I really want to go.

I had a little birthday party at my grandfather's house this afternoon.. my birthday is Wednesday. I had gone out to the porch to breathe for a minute, because my aunt insisted on having a fire built in the wood stove in the kitchen, and OH MY GOD IT WAS HOT. M came out and asked if I would sit with him on the porch for a minute because it was nice out. I said that I was going to go back in soon because Casey was mowing the lawn and it was loud and would be chilly in a minute. Then he suggested sitting with him in the living room, but I had already been planning on sitting in there but the cigarette smoke (same aunt) ran me out of there before I made it all the way into the room. Then my dad came out, and told Casey to come inside for a minute, and that's when I started getting suspicious. And, sure enough, we walked in to three pies with four birthday candles and everyone singing. I'm not sure what the four signified, other than that they only had four candles handy. ;) I'm not a big fan of birthday cake, so a year or two ago, Mom came up with the Strawberry Pie Tradition, and now, I get pie instead of cake. And today, there was a peanut butter pie because I liked the one Mom made a couple months ago so wel. It's even sugarfree, and the only thing I have ever tasted that you can't tell is made with artificial sweetener. (I have a fridge full of pie now. I am going to be in a sugar-induced coma if I'm not careful.) No calories if it's sugar-free, though. Ahem.

Now I'm supposed to be figuring out what I want for my birthday. Actually, I was supposed to have figured it out long before now. M is grumpy because now it's too late for anything he bought online to even get here before my birthday, and I still haven't told him a single thing I want. He asked me again if I wanted a laptop, and.. well, I do, but neither of us are entirely sure that we would use it enough to warrant its purchase. I mean, we both have real desktops, and fairly serious ones. We spend a lot of time with them. We don't go all that many places. I think it would be nice to take with us when we go spend the night with my parents, since we have complimentary (my ass, complimentary) dial-up with the DSL service. I don't like not having my internet fix at night and in the morning. And I would like to be able to use it downstairs--but laptops don't have natural keyboards (how can you people type on those things? It's crazy!) and.. yeah. Probably would use it less than we would like. *sigh* I hate being practical.