I’ve been cleaning all day today, well, not really. I started to clean, but as I file, I find things, such as pictures, stationary, etc. and then I’m off on my next project. But I did get most of the filing done today and the laundry, can’t ask for more than that.
My daughter almost had a date today with her new boyfriend. His name is Dave. We really like him a lot, I guess that’s mainly because we haven’t met him and they haven’t spent any time together. She can’t get pregnant that way, right? My husband and I are a little concerned that there is something wrong with him. You see, he works everyday after school from 4-8 and on Saturdays 7:30 am to 8 pm. It’s hard for me to imagine a teenager that works at all, never mind all day on Saturday. It must be some kind of different breed of teenager than the ones I’m raising!
Work is coming along fine, if you ignore the fact that I’m underpaid, under-utilized and under-worked. The boss thinks that I shouldn’t listen to music while I work because it could be distracting. Maybe he’s right; it is hard to apply nail polish while tapping your fingers in time with the music. And twiddling your thumbs can be hazardous with music playing in the background. I’m thinking of dying my hair blond again to better fit his bubblehead image of me, what do you think?
I think I’ve decided what I should do to make extra money. I’m thinking of going back to school to be a mechanic so I can fix my own car, washing machine and anything else that seems to break. They say when it rains it pours, well it’s monsoon season here. Extra expenses this month are insurmountable, health insurance, dental insurance, car repairs, loan payments, dock fees, bounce fees, tax payments, etc. We actually disconnected the phone and stopped opening our mail to stop the flow of bills and demands for payment. I was tempted to tell the mailman we’ve moved, but I just entered Publishers Clearing House and I want them to be able to find me when I win!
My car is broken down again and I am nervous about getting it fixed because I’ll have to drive my husband’s car for the day. Last time I drove his car, the battery died and I overheated it and exploded a hose. My husband thinks if I drive it now, it will be like that commercial where all the tires fall off and the engine drops. I suppose it’s possible.
My dog is really sick too. He’s lost control of most of his bodily functions. He’ll be standing in the living room, dripping onto the hardwood floors. We were going to get doggie diapers, but none of us wants to change him when he goes! Most of the time, he controls his bowels, thank God. But his gas is nothing short of noxious. I asked the vet what we can do but its all really high maintenance stuff and we are never home. My husband seems to think that we’ll come home one day and he’ll be gone, having died in his sleep or choked to death on one of his own farts.
Oh well, tomorrow is another day . . . .
