I was also wondering if it might be motor-control difficulties - he could get the SUV into the garage, but it would be tight. That, and the lack of stuff in his house, made me think he might be keeping it tidy against clumsiness.

Could also just be lazy. I always park in the driveway.

The other night, I flipped my shit on some jackass who was sitting on a Harley (I know the owner, and I knew jackass didn't). ARGH.

That is shit flipping worthy. My friend back in Louisiana who builds bikes had his custom built scratched by some drunk girl who thought it'd be cute to just hop on.

Jilli! You must have this: [link]

I was thinking if the SUV is a tight fit in the garage it might be hard to open the door and squeeze in and out. Of course, I park in my driveway because I haven't hooked up an automatic door opener yet and hopping out to open the door is more trouble than it's worth, so that aspect of the story didn't strike me as odd at all.

garages aren't for parking cars - that is where the woodshop goes.

asthma makes me feel like a lazy human being - mostly because it takes forever for me to figure out what is going on . I have one thing I wanted to get done to day - clean the dinning room. I just had no interest in doing it. So I finally convinced my self to go clean the cat box. bent over - stood up - dizzy. lack of oxygen will do that . d'oh. slow with lots of rest periods is the pace for today

DH just called. His first words were "I'm calling to say I'm ok". Followed by "I got hit by a big rig".

Cue me freaking out.

He is fine. His work van is relatively fine. Both the van and the big rig were going slow in traffic, so it was not as bad as it could have been.

Geeesh. I'm tired of Monday. I told him to call work to find out what their worker's comp policy is for seeing a doctor. He was checked out on scene by the firemen and proclaimed "not critical", so no ambulance ride.

monday is not behaving

DH just called. His first words were "I'm calling to say I'm ok". Followed by "I got hit by a big rig".

okay, we have to give him credit for letting you know that he was okay before he told you about getting hit. Most guys would have done it the other way around.

He does get credit for that.

To counter that all-too-Monday news, I bring you the following...

K-Bug has her second interview at Trader Joe's at 3pm today. Some job~ma sent her way would not go amiss. She is adorably excited.

DH just called. His first words were "I'm calling to say I'm ok". Followed by "I got hit by a big rig".

While I agree that he gets points for that, I also think that a conversation starting with those words is never gonna be good.

Poor Toto thinks my potatoes are his. Poor, poor misled puppy.

So, an interesting thing happened in class this afternoon. The librarian that was instructing us cracked a joke about how one of the students in my seminar could do her thesis on trying to prove that a particular writer, who is known as an alcoholic and drug addict, actually had borderline personality. And, it was a joke. I know it was a joke. I actually wouldn't have been nearly as offended if he had some merit to what he was saying.

Normally, I would have taken the time to educate, but it really felt out of my hands and that saying, "Actually, that's really inappropriate," would have also been inappropriate. So, I bit my tongue.

Am I over-reacting, though, to be offended? I just really felt he was furthering a stereotype, and I don't like that. Not one bit.