Cindy, it was last Friday. The guy who dinged us for a BURNED OUT LIGHT BULB IN THE GARAGE, then dinged us for not having the correct soil on the new grading we had done around the house.

So we had our contractor correct that (even though the dumbass inspector never said what kind of soil to use--just that it was wrong). On this past re-re-inspection, he told us that the contractor used the right soil but the grade was 1% off or something equally stupid.

Christopher checked got the report at 4 a.m. this morning when he couldn't sleep. Then our wonky computer konked out for good, so he had to go into the office to print up the report. He proceeded to call every person involved on this buy out: our realtor, the contractor, the inspector, the relocation specialist, the head of human resources and I think the Pope.

We got a call from the Director of Human Resources promising that "this will be resolved quickly."

Um, yeah...I'm not going to hold my breath on this. The seven month odyssy of the three-month "guaranteed buyout" has sapped my strength.

As is the incident at the gym's daycare this week. Owen apparently took a toy knife and sort of put it up to the throat of a new member/mom who was checking out the day care center. She knelt down on the floor to say hello to him and he decided to play "pretend to cut a bitch."

New mom freaked out, I didn't find out about the incident until yesterday, when I had to sign an incident report and found out that both the mother AND the father were coming into the daycare to talk to the director (who likes us and Owen and is very professional and nice). Guess all those cookies we sent to the daycare staff are paying off.

I'm also stressed about having to go out and buy a new laptop, wanting to strangle my husband and my attitude-packin' two-year old.

Must crawl into a hole and hide from the humans.

Oh good god, Owen. Cut your mom some slack.

(((Cashmere)))

augh! The axe effect! It's burning my eyes! I'd seriously rather they blow cigarette smoke in the box office window. How can that guy stand himself? I honestly couldn't breathe. Oh lordy I feel sorry for anyone else watching Iron Man right now.

seriously owen... Why use that move on total strangers when we have quite a large collection of assheads to practice on? Or the house inspector could also work... {{Cashmere}} oi.

Eek, what a memememe post. Sorry. That rant was simmering.

Erin, much recovery ~ma for you.

Bug, I hope you're ok.

{{{Jilli}}}

Dude, no. A well-deserved rant if there ever was one.

OMG, Owen! Straighten up and fly right, boyo! Cut a bitch is NOT for other parents at daycare!

I'm very glad to find that P-C has been in Massachusetts. I was about to get all snitty about your secret trip to California

Heh. That was what I was thinking too! "Cindy took a trip to California and hung out with P-C and no one else?? WTF??"

I had dinner with two of my old coworkers. Most of the people who didn't get laid off have now quit. And the one coworker is like "we'll be needing people! all the sucky people left! come back and work with me!!" and I'm like "HAHAHAHAHAHH! No."

Oh, dear, Cashmere. Owen, you've got to do that on people who can see the humor! Like all your auntie and uncle Bitches!

Also, Cashmere, sounds like you need a break, babe.

Bug, I hope you're ok.

I'm fine, although all those neb treatments made me nice and wide awake. And hungry. Grrrr.

rant on.