//BITS AND PIECES//
1. Anything left beneath a tree for any amount of time is liable to become covered in bird crap. Squirrels spend an awful lot of time in trees. So, my question is, where does squirrel poop go?
2. The department-store chain I work for is running an advertisement next Friday for underwear. Who is going to buy underwear on Friday the 13th? I’ll be doing nothing that even remotely has a chance to hinder my sex life, thanks. I’m not a big believer in luck of any kind, but why push it?
3. The office installed new automatic flushers on the urinals in the men’s room. Odd, since one of the urinals never worked correctly before. Now it doesn’t flush – automatically. Also won’t stop some of the clumsier fellows from peeing on the floor, so what’s the big diff? I would prefer a heftier salary increase over not having to pull a little handle.
4. I’m bursting to see the Cutlet smile. Or hear him laugh. Or have him drool all over my arm. Or change a bulging diaper. It’s the little things I miss.
5. Want to lay a big wet kiss on the Petite Filet, too. Can’t wait until she gets back! And I don’t mean that just because I’m running out of clean underwear and don’t feel like buying more (see No. 2). I love that woman! Hard to enjoy life as much when your better half is in another state.
6. The one day I come in to work and think, “I’m going to limit my blogging and get a whole lot of work done today, yippee!” our server went down before lunch and still wasn’t up by 5 p.m. All our ads and related source material are on that server. So guess what I did all day long?
7. I kept wondering why we kept getting so many phone calls at home at 12 a.m. Sunday. Duh! Need to set the clock on the answering machine.
8. As unwelcoming as it seems, I want to put a “No Soliciting” sign on our front door. We get an awful lot of front-porch sales pitches during dinnertime. Don’t think most of them know what “soliticiting” means, though, so I am considering painting a sign with a bite taken out of it that says “Our dogs love salespeople. We don’t.” Is that a strong-enough hint?
9. Visited my parents on Saturday, just me and them for a change. It was like life pre-1978. A lot of the conversation was them griping about my newlywed sister and the drama that is her marriage. Hated to hear that, really. I was so hoping the honeymoon in Maine was a pleasurable experience to kick off their new life. But it set the table for a full-course meal of misery and disappointment because, here they are married a few weeks, and they’re already having some quite serious problems. It’s pretty much par for the course whenever my sister or her new hubby is involved. Neither one has a lot of life experience or common sense. Add my 4-year-old nephew to the mix and it’s a recipe for tough times. I want the best for my sister, but there’s not a lot I can to do. It’s painful to watch, but it’s her life. She has to live it herself. I could write a lot just on this topic, but it’s draggin’ me down. At least they live more than an hour away and won’t try to move in with us. Those last four words gave me shivers. How’s Nova Scotia this time of year?
10. Eleven days before I head to the Texas Gulf Coast for a business trip/short family getaway. We’re a short family, but that’s not what I meant.
Hope your Tuesday is fabulous and puts your Monday to shame.
