DLand - Disjointed Blah Day

The bowl of Fruitty Pebbles I just ate has got to be the highlight of my last 24 hours. Last night I dyed my hair. Upon rinsing the dye out and drying my hair, I found that I had dyed my hair the exact same color it was. It was supposed to make red highlights and apparently it made brown highlights. The consolation being that if anyone asks me what color my hair is now I can safely answer Loreal #30 Chestnut Reddish Brown. Stupid hair dye.

Today was a grueling day at work. There were several moments when I just wanted to hang up the phone and go take a nap. Our fish still need fish food in the lobby. Nothing seemed to be easy going today. Well, that's not true. My lunch was superb (hot wings and half a cheese steak I split with Bossman). So far, food has been the upswings of my day.

My uncle/realtor called to tell us they rejected our offer on the house we wanted. I say after making two mortgage payments for a few months they'll change their tune. They wanted entirely too much and if someone is willing to pay that then let them throw their money in the street. Bah to them.

It took me about 18 tries to load the new roll of paper we bought for the color printer. When I finally loaded it I made several Charles Atlas poses over the printer to prove my domination over the simple machine. Bossman shook his head, laughed and pushed me.

DLand - Strawberry Willy with Wet Nuts

My coworkers, Dan and Russ came into town today. Dan flew them in from across state so that turned a five hour car trip into a one and a half hour flight. Pretty miraculous, all in all. We all went out for lunch today at Doumar's. The sandwiches are small (and cheap) so we always order two things a piece there. After dinner we picked out some dessert. Doumar's is, of course, famous for their cones, but we opted for shakes and sundaes. Nobody told Russ that you have to pay 10 cents extra to get your shake thin enough to use a straw so he ended up spooning most of his down. Dan dared me to order a Strawberry Willy with wet nuts but I couldn't do it. I could even say it without snickering uncontrollably.

Did a whole lot of nothing this weekend and that was just what I needed. Rich came over on Saturday to retrieve Connor and we power-futzed. It rocked. Sunday was spent doing a small bit of shopping. I bought a cd because it had two songs on it I wanted but since it was also labelled \"Christmas with the Gentlemen of Country Music\" we also got some songs I could have done without. The best/worst was God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen by Roy Clark (that guy from HeeHaw who smiles all the time). A better title would have been Santa Went Down to Georgia. It was the single reason why people hate country music. I could barely listen to it except it was so amazingly cheesey. I kept expecting the three wise men to pop up out of a corn field.

DLand - Sounds of the Season

Me (coming in the house from work): "Hello Sweetpea! Hello Casey. Yes hello Sarah. Hello Connor. I know it's hard being the shortest dog. Don't get many pettings. Hello again, Sarah. Ok, now go away doggies." Sweetpea (from computer room): "Hello Sweetie! How was your day?" Sounds of horrific gunfire and Aliens dying come from his general direction.

Me (in computer room): "Well, it was pretty good. We went shopping at lunch and .... Sugar? Sweetie? Ooh, that was gross."

AVP2 Game: "Bweedeep...Bweedeep...Bweeedeep....AUGH!!!!!"

Me (dazed but still determined to talk about my day): "So anyways, we've bought all of Marilee's stuff and ... Honey? Did you hear your commander? She said the Aliens are in the ceiling. Isn't that where your little marine guy is? Honey? Are you sure your motion tracker is workEEEEEEEEEEEEE! OH MY GOD! RUN! RUN! HE'S GONNA GET YOU! AAAAUUGGGHHHH!"

Sweetpea: "Why don't I turn this off before you have a heart attack and we can talk about your day in the living room?"

Me (with hands over face): "Good idea."

Every year it's the same. Bossman has it hard in December. He must buy gifts for Mrs. Bossman's birthday (Dec. 14), their anniversary (Dec. 21) and Christmas (duh). And, as she should, she gets grumpy if she gets any combination gifts. So yesterday we bought the last of the December gifts. That's what I do at work during the holiday season. Monday I was the hand model at the jewelry store. I must have had $5000 worth of bling bling on my hands at one point. I think we picked out a good one but we'll have to wait to see if she likes it.

Yesterday we trekked to the sewing store looking at sewing machines and stuff. The woman in the store kept showing me all the features and Bossman just wandered around the store (he's there to pay for it - I'm there to pick out the good one). The fruitbat sales woman kept commenting on what a patient husband he was. How he would let me pick out whatever I wanted. I just smiled and Bossman just scowled. She eventually asked how long we had been married and we both resisted the temptation to tell her 23 years. We declared that we were not married and I was simply performing my duty as a craft consultant. Yep, every year it's the same.