PMS-ing and out of M&M's.
I left a crabby message on the voice mail of a dear friend today. Friend laughed, a true sport. I hate when my other self crawls out from behind the Tampon box and gets analytical and pouty.
Thought my credit card was lost. I was on the phone with the bank all morning canceling all cards attached to it (3). Later found it under my car seat along with 4 French fries, my brothers house key I swore I never had (I had to climb through his window once) and a faded prescription for ADD medicine from 2003. How fitting. The same seat I checked 4 hours earlier.
The dog peed and pooped in the house: twice. My dining room is now apparently a toilet. I might start using this area myself.
Its closer to my computer.
My son remembered he needed to write (and type, double spaced, 14 font with photos) a report at 10:00 PM last night, due this AM, worth 3 test grades and his life.Completed it with visual time lines. I now know all the details of the African- American Renaissance of 1920. I hope I get another "A" on this timeline. The last one I did on the "Silk Road of China" at 2AM was stellar.
Ran out of glue stick half way through again.
1 comment:
I wish I had written your "Tampax" piece. It's almost worth all the misery you've been through just to come up with material for such a hilarious story. And thanks for mentioning the french fries. I was feeling like a little snack, and now I think I'll just skip it. In the future, whenever I want to nibble on something, Ill just think of the hidden treasures in your car seat!
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