I swear the United State Post Office is out to get me. They have been for years and it�s gotten worse since we moved here. I never know what time the mail will get here. Sometimes it 9AM�sometimes it�s 6PM�if it rains we might not get any at all but get two deliveries the next day. This morning the postal carrier walked by about 10AM. I had the dog outside and because he�s on a long chain he�s able to sit on the front porch (Cl-assy, I know) so I happen to see the carrier walking through the front yard so I went out and grabbed the dog, all the while the carrier was giving me the Evil Eye. No I understand that carriers are wary of all dogs and that they carry pepper spray for a reason but come on Buddy!�you�re not even my �regular� carrier. In fact, I�ve never seen you before (and I KNOW the carriers�I�m a stay-at-home-mom for Pete�s Sake�Gladys Kravitz has NOTHING on me�one woman Neighborhood Watch right here folks)�At least I have my Something to be Pissed Off About out of the way relatively early tonight.
We went grocery shopping last night so our company doesn�t starve while they�re here this weekend. I toyed with the idea of buying a large vat of cheese puffs and several gallons of that pre-made �fruit drink� as a joke but sadly the grocery budget didn�t have room for joke food. I did buy a tub of orange sherbet and colored ice cream cones, how fun am I?
Today I have more cleaning to do if my hip doesn�t give out on me like it did yesterday. I trace my hip problem back to this awesomely great moment in drunken history. Man I�m such an asshole.
Even though it is Sunday and we don�t really celebrate it our Easter plans are still up in the air. Saturday is the MILs birthday and no one bothered to tell me there is a party which means my weekend plans have to change. It is quite irksome that no on bothers to tell me anything. They assume that BD will tell me, which is not the case. The NLIG and I were going to take the kids out to my step-dads house Friday afternoon because there is more room out there for all of us but since Chupie has to be at the party I don�t think we�ll make it out there at all.
(Now don�t get me wrong, I�m not saying Chupie shouldn�t be at the party, I�m saying that I need to be told when these things are happening because I would have rescheduled my company had I know. I don�t understand why everything has to be so last minute with the in-laws)
Either the squirrels keep staring at me or someone spiked my coffee. Around here it�s hard to tell really.
11:45 a.m. - 04.11.06