Hi.

I'm awake again already.
Just thought I'd share that.

Ms. China just haaaaad to get into the bedroom. So much so, that she picked (and picked and picked) at the door til she woke me up.

I thought someone was doing a little remodeling, of a morn.

Nope. Just her gray paws, crossed somehow, poking under the door like a penitent or something... "Pleeeeease let me in. I'm sooooooo sorry, even if I'm not sure about what. I just wanna get in there with you, pleeeeeeease? C'mon, Mom! Open the dooooooor...."

Nine minutes and 32 seconds later, after I've left for the bathroom, she's done and she wants out now, thanks.

Siiiigh.

All this before I get to finish even one cuppa coffee.
Then...

there was the (cue scary music).... CAN OPENER!!! (*dah dah dah, DUM!*) Which actually worked like a charm, like a can opener should. Whipped those tops off without a single hesitation. Good, 'old-fashioned metal one'.

More "modern" is NOT always "more better".

*several slightly confused and distracted seconds later*

So.
There's kids in my house.
Sorta cute ones.

Seems Junior has decided (again) that the skinhead look is out. Good. I hope to hell he keeps it out. Looks like shit, shaving yer head. Especially if yer 15 and there ain't no way yer in the service. (For the record, I also disapprove of military hair cuts being so damned short. Those guys are ripped from hearth and home and subjected to hell. Can they at least not have some HAIR while they do that? Apparently not... *disgusted sigh*)

Anyhow.... the kid has hair, again. Yay! He's cute once again, instead of a neo-nazi-looking, sullen little, fabricating dipshit. They're only gonna be here 4 days. Hopefully, he won't feel "forced" to fabricate this time. (rolling eyes while desperately fighting to maintain equllibrium at the idea that he's EVER "forced" to lie... especially by us, but... ya do whatcha gotta do to not duct tape their asses to a wall, right?)

(Whose stupid idea was THAT, by the way? Duct tape makes soooo much more sense. To me, anyway...)

Anyhoo.... I'm awake again, damn it.
House is still clean, tho. Excellent.

Now.... if Action's leg still resembles a leg, we're in good shape, no pun intended.
Bet it IS doing fine, too.
My gut says so.

I'll go see shortly.
Letcha's know soon.

Peace, y'all.

(For the record, it wound up being about 51/51 and a half hours of "awake" in a row and a mere 7 of sleep... that is SO disproportionate. Does God have an HR department? And, whom do "attention" my 'problem' to? Ah screw it. I know about HR departments. All they're for is to find a way to blame YOU for whatever ya went to them about and help get rid of ya, so, like I said... screw it. Besides, I'll bet the paperwork and red tape are insane and I'd hate this to go into my "permanant file" and all..... yes, yes... I'll shut up now.)
*hugs on y'all*

Posted by: Stevie at 12:22 PM

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Posted by: Mad Mikey at August 09, 2004 02:44 PM (xGZ+b)

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