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sleepy thursday
Aug. 3rd, 2006 10:07 pmMy dad called me just before lunch today to tell me that they were coming down to visit. They have never before come down to visit during the week, and almost never on weekends either, so that was a TINY BIT of a surprise there. I raced around picking up towels and shoving things in the closets during my lunch break, as per my usual. I don't really mind if they see my dirty house but man, the timing sucks. My house was clean for two weeks, but this weekend's home improvement left me with residual mess. You know how everything else goes haywire when you're working hard on something else. Ahh, well. We had a nice visit and a nice dinner. I have missed my mommy and daddy. They were properly enthusiastic about our pretty walls, too. Otherwise, we would have had to throw them out for being so mean.
I think I had a bunch of things to talk about but I never can seem to think of them when it's time to put fingers to keyboard. I haven't gotten enough sleep this week... perhaps that's it. I sure am yawning like crazy right now.
This is too short to post so here is a boring paragraph of annoyance. I went to the dollar store on my break this morning to pick up some juice for M. He likes cranberry-apple juice, because it washes away all his sins. Or at least that's what he tells me.. apparently, this thought came to him early one morning as the gospel truth. He's an odd duck, really. I had received a sale paper in the mail this week, and his brand of juice (Ocean Spray) was listed as $2, whereas it is normally $2.50 or so, so I was planning on stocking up. I am feeling oh-so-ridiculous about the concept of money now that I am writing down where I'm spending it. Also, they had packs of toilet paper for $5.50 instead of $7 at WalMart. However, when I get to the store? They had cran-apple juice alright, but a way generic-looking brand, definitely not what they pictured in the sale paper. So I think... okay, fine, I'll get the TP and get out of here. When I walk back there.. it was clearly marked as $7. I briefly considered making a fuss, but then I didn't, and I left. The end.
Wow, that was exciting. I could tell you about a little bit of family gossip but then I would have to make snarky comments and that wouldn't be good. I could write about yesterday's misadventure with the big nasty menacing knife that savagely cut my poor innocent finger so viciously when it was resting quietly in its natural habitat and I was too dumb to notice it. Mainly, I should probably just say instead that I'm so glad that tomorrow is Friday. And that I can go to bed now. I have a feeling I should read this again before posting it but then I'll probably delete most of it on the grounds of inaneness and I don't feel like starting over, so there you go. Sometimes, it all just feels like the only thing there is is the minutiae of daily life, doesn't it?
I think I had a bunch of things to talk about but I never can seem to think of them when it's time to put fingers to keyboard. I haven't gotten enough sleep this week... perhaps that's it. I sure am yawning like crazy right now.
This is too short to post so here is a boring paragraph of annoyance. I went to the dollar store on my break this morning to pick up some juice for M. He likes cranberry-apple juice, because it washes away all his sins. Or at least that's what he tells me.. apparently, this thought came to him early one morning as the gospel truth. He's an odd duck, really. I had received a sale paper in the mail this week, and his brand of juice (Ocean Spray) was listed as $2, whereas it is normally $2.50 or so, so I was planning on stocking up. I am feeling oh-so-ridiculous about the concept of money now that I am writing down where I'm spending it. Also, they had packs of toilet paper for $5.50 instead of $7 at WalMart. However, when I get to the store? They had cran-apple juice alright, but a way generic-looking brand, definitely not what they pictured in the sale paper. So I think... okay, fine, I'll get the TP and get out of here. When I walk back there.. it was clearly marked as $7. I briefly considered making a fuss, but then I didn't, and I left. The end.
Wow, that was exciting. I could tell you about a little bit of family gossip but then I would have to make snarky comments and that wouldn't be good. I could write about yesterday's misadventure with the big nasty menacing knife that savagely cut my poor innocent finger so viciously when it was resting quietly in its natural habitat and I was too dumb to notice it. Mainly, I should probably just say instead that I'm so glad that tomorrow is Friday. And that I can go to bed now. I have a feeling I should read this again before posting it but then I'll probably delete most of it on the grounds of inaneness and I don't feel like starting over, so there you go. Sometimes, it all just feels like the only thing there is is the minutiae of daily life, doesn't it?
