Mayor ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm tired. Noah is sick and he's on his way to his pediatrician as I type. Grace has a doc appt and the care facility has no clue how to handle this which means her insurance stuff is fucked.
And now the president is fucking up my commute.
Can I put my head down on the desk and just cry?
Can I put my head down on the desk and just cry?
I vote yes. Or, vodka.
{{Kat}}
Enh. The thing that irks the shit out of me? I'm at school 2 today (yesterday was school 1) and there is a teacher who actually left papers for me to grade! SERIOUSLY! 75 of them for this assessment. It is NOT my job to grade these.
Also, Sophia, that pug/sharpei mix is cuter than words can tell. And I'm a pug-hater.
Kat, wha-huh? She left papers for you to grade? WTF?
The good news is that the Pres. disruption is supposed to be done within the next hour, so our commute should be okay.
Nothing endears you to the public like fucking up traffic! (PM Major, Havel, Bush Sr, and...the Queen, I think, all have made my shitlist for screwing up my commute. I think I even cursed Warren Christopher or Albright, once.)
Is Noah's sick the teeth or roving ick?
Mr. Nader, With all due respect, sir, fuck you.
Someone should start a campaign to flood the White House switchboard with people asking Bush not to travel within the US anymore.
Or, you know, just "forget" his return from the Middle East.
Kat, that's flabbergasting. I would totally stuff them back in her cubbyhole or mailbox or whatnot with a post-it saying, "Left on my desk in error. Good luck -- that sure is a lot of papers to grade!" But I'm a cold-hearted bitch about stuff that's Not My Job.
Nader is obviously an utter down-to-the-marrow asshat, but does he even have more than eight or nine loyalists anywhere in the US? Isn't he too much of a bitter joke to be a spoiler anymore?
Please?