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January 12, 2005
Happiness is a Warm Husband & Cold Drinks
I feel like someone has run a cheese grater vigorously across my psyche. And not just any cheese grater, but a really big one, like the size of a bus, or an orca. The gray and the cold and the STOOPID STOOPID work I do are conspiring to make a sad girl hash out of me, with no side of eggs to shore me up.
Um, what’s with all the food references? Darned if I know. I don’t even eat freaking hash.
Around this time of year, the Husband and I generally take tropical vacations, but we haven’t in a couple years due to Bean Bean, Dancin’ Machine. Boy, does that kid love to dance. Today’s notes from daycare said, “He did a really good job of shaking his head to the ‘Shake Your Teeth Out of Your Head’ song”. It’s stuff like that that makes me feel relieved that I don’t really know exactly what goes on there during the day. Although yesterday, when I went to drop the Bean off, there were about sixteen shrieking mini-toddlers, two rather wild-eyed teachers and a general sense utter mayhem about to unfurl. Apparently there is illness going around and many teachers were felled. I asked the director, did she need me to volunteer for a spell since it seemed like things were careening out of control and she said oh god please yes. So instead of reporting to my cube for the usual dose of bad attitude and sourpuss wrangling, I sat down in a ring of beaming, runny-nosed toddlers and sang songs. It was a much more satisfying way to begin a day that inevitably hitched its wagon to the Sucktown Express.
Our dog is approximately 3/4 dead. The Husband and I have been having The Talk, the one that involves the remaining 1/4. Because the Craphound, his hindquarters don’t work so well and he has a hard time getting around and lately he’s taken to peeing himself on his bed where he otherwise just lies. Plus now he is deaf, which I find somehow endearing but it can’t be easy for the old guy. That whole situation is so depressing I can’t write about it anymore. I am so going on a pet-accrual hiatus once the three (how did that happen?) that we have go to the Happy Happy Dancing Place of All Good Pets and their Special Happy Holy Friends.
On a brighter note, today was the first day of our Fancy Corporate Annual Event, and I was one of the people that ran the microphone around the audience, Jenny Jones-style, during the Executive Q&A session. My favorite part was when our CEO was squinting out at the audience and didn’t see that I was waving my paddle to indicate that I had someone with a question. I found myself in a roomful of 1500 executives frantically whispering our CEO’s first name like a lover. Too bad for him I am saving all my love for my bartender, my maker of all things right again, my most beloved and adored husband.
Posted by Max at January 12, 2005 12:38 AM