I'm having a crappy, dressless, slipperless day. I win. By losing. Yeah.

I'm barefoot in a pair of stained, cropped sweat pants. It's 88 degrees and muggy as hell. We have to go to Sam's Club to get stuff for a large cook out I volunteered to host on Saturday.

I'd rather crawl back into bed.

For those having crappy days - a funny David Sedaris piece in the New Yorker: [link]

The invitation non-responders strike again. I'm running out of options.

My boss has moved on from calling me Hopalong to seeking my attention by shouting, "Hey, gimpy!"

Oh, what wicked mockery we receive...

The invitation non-responders strike again. I'm running out of options.

Beat them with a rolled-up newspaper until they bleed from the eyes?

Dealing with stupid money things. and insurance companies. not on the plan , but whatever. also shreded on bag of paper. one and a half to go. that was also not part of todays plan. today's plan invovled moving books and vaccuuming and possible laundry. I don't really like what I am doing. but part of me feels good like I am tameing the paper monster. It is time to take a break and do some of what I was planning to do .

Beat them with a rolled-up newspaper until they bleed from the eyes?

Oh, if only I could find them. They're somewhere reading their mail, yet hiding from me.

I have a couple of bags of shredded paper that you can dump on them, ita.

Call a second meeting, that involves food, and schedule it at the same time and place as the original meeting.

Call a second meeting, that involves food, and schedule it at the same time and place as the original meeting.

If only he hadn't gone and scheduled himself in another meeting in the time he didn't reply to my invitation -- that might have worked.

I'ma just whine to his boss. Something can't be drop dead vital for me, and optional for everyone else, not when it can't be done without them.