OK, this is ridiculous. It's way too early in the school year for me to be feeling this stressed out. Or this tired, really. I've just got no energy at all. Also a slight fever, which may be related. Just generally feeling bleh.

Count me in with the people who don't like today.

What's worse is that I kind of don't want to go home.

Can't wait to see the new TepArt.

Which always make me think "she made a sandwich out of the cat???"

One more ribbon incident and I'll bet it can't be ruled out.

Hil, fevers can leave you feeling drained. Blame it, and get some rest.

Lee! Thank you so much for the car! You silly woman giving up your toy!

I just gave my fridge the hugest douching. When I was 9/10s of the way done, it struck me that the fridge will be 11 years old in a month or two. I told my husband I figure I just signed its death sentence, by getting it so clean.

Also, I now have a splitting headache. I shouldn't have used the damned Lysol Kitchen Cleaner. I knew this, but I was low on dish soap, and the label said I could use it for the fridge. The fridge is clean, but I'm wiped.

Meanwhile, my husband just broke the garbage disposal. I'm leaving him be, in hopes he unbreaks it.

Oh, YAY! He did unbreak it.

You're welcome, Sparky!

One more ribbon incident and I'll bet it can't be ruled out.

One more any incident and he's getting sold to the sketchy "chinese"* restaurant on the corner. *Quotes used because there is no way that is chinese food.

My Nana had her hair done, and got a facial and a lip wax, something like four days before she died. And she wasn't even southern.

One day long ago my mom went to visit her grandmother in the rest home, and when she asked Nanny Dell how she was, Nanny patted her hand and said, "Well, I had a lovely lunch with one of my best friends yesterday and I got my hair done this morning, so I think I'm ready to die." And died three days later, peacefully, in her sleep. I was only four at the time so I didn't see her in the casket, but everyone else said she looked very lifelike and her hair looked amazing, which must have pleased her no end.

One more any incident and he's getting sold to the sketchy "chinese"* restaurant on the corner. *Quotes used because there is no way that is chinese food.

My sister and I broke down on the road on the way to Chicago yesterday. More specifically, the fucking wiper broke and it was raining. After spending 20 minutes trying to fix it with whatever we had in the car, we finally drove (very slowly) to Walgreen's to get a wrench. Which necessitated buying a 20-piece tool set, of which a hammer was the most prominent item.

Guy at the checkout asks about our day. Oops. My sister says that we're buying this shit so we can fix the wiper and get the hell back on the road. "With a hammer?" the guy asks.

Both of us turned and looked at each other with the exact same raised eyebrow.

I had people over who cleaned.

In much better news, I had this email exchange with a friend from back in La. who is a lawyer in Houston.

S: Your friends do suck. I'm sorry. :( Well, that should make it easy not to want him anymore. Indeed, you should shop around for a slow-acting, very powerful laxative to slip him. Can I do anything to help?
Daisy Jane: Just be a friend. I know it should make it easier, but it doesn't and I just feel ill.
S:Do friends put voodoo curses on their friends' exes? :)
Daisy Jane:Absolutely.
S:I've stripped off my shirt and am dancing on my desk. The firm is rather formal, so I suspect someone may come in and ask what I'm doing. Would you prefer him to be struck by lightening or engulfed in a freak tsunami which manages to hit only his house?