About three weeks ago in Lincoln City--February at the Oregon Coast, and absolutely nothing to do with today's post. The girls jumped in and swam around four times, to the delight and horror of the beach crowd.
The computer is seriously messed up and repeating letters with a vengeance. So if it happens, don't expect any corrections--I've had enough frustration to last quite awhile.
This day...let me tell you. Could a day be more Mondayish than today was? I got to work and our newest individual in the house, female, ran up to me, crying, snotting, tattle-taling ( I hate it when people tattle-tale unless they do it with panache) and she spit on me in the process. She spit on me in the afternoon, too. None of it on purpose, but just as annoying. And gross.
I told her to start the day with "good morning" and to say something positive. In return I got a scream of "I DON'T WANT TO!!!!" Yeah, and I don't want to be nice. Don't rain on my parade on Monday morning, because...
Not a great day. I ran a red light. I did. I confess. I don't know if the light took a picture of me or not, but I felt terrible about it. I knew I was running a red light but it was too late--run it or slam it. So I ran it. Then I fretted and brooded and here I am--still in a funk. Then, I tried to be a nice person and let a man cross a cross-walk and he did, but the light turned yellow and I decided I didn't want to run a red and I stopped--across the cross-walk and I got to hear a middle-class, well-dressed smart-ass rub elbows with a homeless man by saying, "oh and she wants to know how her driving is?" This is because of the completely asinine bumper sticker all our agency cars have that ask, "How's my driving?" along with the office phone number. Well, today, my driving sucked. And I hope he got to feel all superior for conversing casually with a homeless man with a sign ( to whom I usually pass a couple of dollars to and all he did was try to share his dubious wit).
I got spit on in the afternoon. Same individual. Still unintentional . Still really gross.
I came home. This computer is just so messed up. I don't feel like writing anymore, just because it's so difficult to get any cooperation. Black screen most of the time and then when I do get it going, repeating lettersssssss.....
What else? Hot tub. Messed up. Fifty degrees. Due to magic marker de-construction.
Cold. Oh, so cold...WIND!!!...rain...hail...fire in the fire place...
Did I mention it? That Sam is still not going to school? And Spring Break is in less than two weeks? Did I mention that Mick is insane?
Did I mention that Anusha found a live flea on Hedwig? That we resent and begrudge Hedwig more than ever?
Life goes on, or so they say. Monday is almost over. One down, four to go...
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