So...
I'm coming back from having deposited the checks and stopping by my insurance agents office to drop off a check (as opposed to playing the "timing game" with the bank as to when the checks clear... will it be in time for me to do this shit online before midnight Saturday, thus renewing in time, or will the bank's computer have a brain-fart and not clear the checks in time, thus making me hafta redo my insurance all over again, possibly involving a hefty "first payment" payment?) and it occurs to me that my registration is gonna be expired soon, so I oughta look into that.
Thanks to the endless tourists, boneheads and TRAFFIC, turned out I had PLENTY of time to check it out, sitting, waiting for cars to MOVE and... oops. Seems it expired on August 31st. *exhales thru nose hard, but not hard enough to dislodge boogers and send them cascading down the front of my shirt* So, I come home, get on the phone and now I have it all set to be "fixed". Either tomorrow, if the checks clear early, or Monday, I hafta go to Hanover (home of the famous teeth-shattering hard pretzels), find the tag place and get this shit taken care of. Then, I suppose I oughta get the stupid thing INSPECTED finally and be legal. That would make my next trip to Bucks that much more "comfortable". I do NOT need to end up on some cop show as a stupidass who drives great distances in an illegal car to obtain... horticultural supplies.Ya know? Get pulled because my stickers are from the 90's or something, then get popped for that... nah.
Not part of my motivation. Anyway....
We're quickly approaching the end of this
George just got home from work, is getting a shower, then.... Then, the population of this "resort town" goes back to the "winter numbers"... in other words, the population in this house goes back to managable levels.
Back to HALF what it is now.
Back to no "extras". AND, thanks to school, I don't need to worry about this shit again for MONTHS. YAYYYYYY!!!!!!! Also thanks to school, the are a plethora of jobs available now, too. I love school.
Now. However, I HATE school busses. Lardbutt fuckin' things, stopping every five feet. Da fuck ails those kids?
They can't WALK?
Can't they have those little fuckers gather at one central spot and all get the fuck on the bus at the same time and git that fuckin' thing outta my way?
Or let 'em walk.
I don't care if it IS 17 miles.
The excercise would do the pasty-faced little couch potato, helmet-wearin' turds some good.
Or, you people who INSIST on having these critters, YOU drive them to the stupid school.
You wanted 'em, quit being lazy and having the roads all plugged up with stoppin'-every-seven-inches, stupid BUSSES. Jeez, it drives me beyond insane the way people kiss kids asses. Little assholes wear helmets to take a piss these days... Let 'em learn what life IS. Darwinism, a crap shoot.... "Listen kid... you're walkin' and if ya get yer stupid ass run over, oh well. If yer too stupid not to step in front of a car, we really don't need you breeding ever, now do we? NO. Now, quit whining, gim'me that stupid fuckin' helmet and git outta the house. And, have some SENSE. And, if you can't be bothered to have sense and you get yourself killed by being stupid, don't come running to me..." God, I hate school busses.
(And, yes... after this week, I probably am a tad more... "sensitive" in regards to kids right this particular second...) (Ooh, and, I just remembered... where IS that kitten? Need to find that lil poop...) And, yes, I did finally bake stuff last night. Two batches of cookies... tollhouse and oatmeal raisin. Okay, I just spun around in this chair and, for some reason, looked at the couch and there's the kitten, stuffed into the pocket on the back of one of the "cow pillows"... Hope it's just sleeping... God.
Help me.
(Please?) Yep.
Still breathin'.
Good. Now, to get it to EAT.
I need to call the PAWS lady, actually.
Oughta get some of that milk replacer, I think. (Calling her right now...) Okay.
Done.
She'll be calling back... (If I had EVER expended half the energy (or money) on myself that I do (#$!@&%!!) cats, I'd be a millionaire by now...)
(And, why did I hear that said in my Dad's voice? Hmmm?) ANYway... I feel a need to go "read" for a while. And, George wants this thing (the computer) anyway, so I'm outta here.
For now... Peace
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