I have brought food to my late-working wife and hungry mancub.
I have fed the cat.
I have watched a sign language video with the mancub, again.
I have helped an eager mancub brush his teeth.
I have washed the reluctant and screaming mancub.
I have read the tearful mancub numerous books.
I have put the sleepy mancub to bed.
I have remembered to transfer the loads and run the dryer, as I was asked.
I have paid the bills.
I have converted all three computers I am intimately involved with from Internet Explorer to Mozilla Firefox, with anti-adware add-ons.
I have converted and consolidated all of my AOL and Yahoo Instant Messenger programs over to Trillian freeware.
I have made two entries and some snarky comments on LiveJournal.
What more, really, is there to do in life?
Make tomorrow’s lunch?
Ah, no. Tomorrow is the first of this week’s two “Sorry You Got Layed Off” lunches at Roswell’s finest eateries.
I could whip up a nice brown bag o’ vittles for my overworked spouse, but I think she relishes getting out of the old office for a spell during the Season.
Which only serves to remind me that after I went to the Pointless Kroger in downtown Decatur, which didn’t have my bread, I failed to go to the Good Kroger, which does, and now I cannot make my banana sammich for tomorrow’s lunch.
Drat!
We’ll be going to the very elegant and peanut-ridden LongHorn Steakhouse in Roswell if you wish to join us.
Just think, you too could make uncomfortable sorry-you’re-going-away conversation with someone you really didn’t enjoy working with in the first place.
That’s very sweet of you, but I’m the dumbass who told my friend’s employer she was remarkably well preserved for her age. And I even liked her.
Which is not to say I couldn’t be convinced that some chili cheese fries wouldn’t be a good idea at some other time.
Hey that little Kroger is great!
When all you need is …. hmm … no, they don’t have that … what about … no, not that either … ummm … ok! If you are looking for a heaping helping of disappointment, they are perfect! Everything else they are out of.
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They do, however, have tennis balls, at a whopping $3.99 per can.
And all the Carnation milk you can drink.
(Carnation milk is the best in the land;
Here I sit with a can in my hand –
No tits to pull, no hay to pitch,
You just punch a hole in the son of a bitch.
David Ogilvy)
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*snort*
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Yeah, that one always has ’em rolling in the aisles down at Caesar’s.
you could do my laundry.
*does dtpatillo’s laundry with mind*
yay
::washes electricrockets car in return::
I was wondering if you had a little girl, if you would call her a womancub or a she-cub or a ladycub? She-cub sounds kinda cute.
In the vernacular of The Jungle Book, I believe she would also be a “mancub”. But she-cub would be nicer.