Things That Have Already Annoyed Me Today, Even Though It's Friday and I Should Be Happy:
1. The fire alarm "test" that sounded from 8:15-11:23 am. Um, guys? I think it works.2. There is a bottle of ?? in the refrigerator at work that may start talking soon.
3. A horde of crickets moved into the first floor ladies bathroom last week. It's the day of the locusts until I get in the stall and sit down, then they all shut up like they want to listen to me pee. Are crickets supposed to have some weird bathroom fetish?
4. My desk calendar keeps telling me it's only August 11th.
5. Why does Jack's school insist on beginning and ending vacations and semesters in the middle of the week? Here we are again, flipping through our two options...take the days off or find two days worth of child care at some exorbitant rate. Two working parent households. I get it. We're the minority.
6. Trader Joe's Chocolate Sunflower seeds are the dreamiest, but they are really hard to eat. I have so many seeds sprinkled beneath my desk, I wouldn't be at all surprised to return to a garden when my leave is up. Of course, my leave has to start first. It's only August 11th. Sigh.
Randomlist:
1. Traffic was eerily light this morning. I've been trying to take a news break (Hey, there's just not much good stuff going on in the world right now) but I turned on NPR thinking that I'd missed a giant zombie attack or something. Turns out traffic was light. Oh, and I was really late.
2. We've learned that Jack has a second teacher named Lindsay in this, his third year of school. Naming trends are so gosh darn fascinating to me. So many of the world's other Julies were born within ten years of me, and it appears as though many of the baby girls of the Lindsay boom are out of school and getting their first teaching jobs. Wonder what the hot names for 23 year old teacher types will be when the new one goes to school? The Ashleys? The Madisons? The omnipresent Emilys?
3. Lucy is on to us. She was doing so well with her freedom...stretching her legs out of the crate and having free run of the kitchen. It was working so well. She was calm in the evenings, grateful to us for the trust. Ah, yeah. She knows. She knows we're getting a new puppy and she's doing her best to make it known that she does not sanction the change. Tuesday it was a box of juice packets intended for Jack's lunches. Try pink lemonade sprayed all over the kitchen (those suckers get some distance when punctured). Yesterday it was my iron. Gee, I really wish she could find a way to tell us how she was feeling...
4. Hmmm, I've very clearly got a butt just below my ribs. Should I give it a little pat-pat-pat?
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