What the hell?

top o' the morning

Uh, oh. I just went out to get the paper and don't see the mini-van. Which probably means She didn't drive it home last night from work.

You would think it'd be possible to not have a drink so you could drive yourself home. Geesh. This is terribly annoying as she'll swing in quarter til ten and casually ask me to drive with her to work. It only takes 15 minutes to drive there. However, anytime we go we 1) need gas (her Dad is smart and doesn't put any more than he needs in the tank) and 2) She needs hangover food (Jack in the Box). So what should be a 1/2 hour eeks into an hour. And quite frankly, I don't feel like doing it. I'm seriously contemplating taking the car and just going somewhere. Let her figure out how to get to work. Can you imagine how pissed she'd be?

Yesterday she had her panties in a bunch and decided to 'return' Mujaji, Goddess of Rain. a.k.a. My favorite dog. If I had a house and a yard I'd take the dog. But unfortunately that's not the case. Mujaji chewed on a pair of headphones in front of Her. She flew into a rage and punished the dog. Since this was the first time the 1 year old puppy had been caught, I figured no big deal. You can only punish a dog as they're caught in the act, right? But no. She hates the dog and says it has to go. The poor dog is finally settling in and out it goes. Mean horrible wench. There's no way you can hate an animal that only knows love and adoration. She had been an outdoor dog and absolutely loved living indoors, especially on nights we used the fireplace. To top it all off, I feel guilty since I'm the one who let the dog inside. I didn't know She was mad and let the poochies follow me while I was doing laundry. sigh. This stinks.

Ok, it's been confirmed. I heard her. She's home. And with the rough, raspy I've-had-a-few-drinks-and-cigars. But guess what? She's been turned down for new boobs. That's right. Instead of worrying about surgeries she needs (like a hip replacement - which was the reason for the stomach stapling procedure) she's been looking forward to having her boobs lifted and tucked. The doctor didn't turn her down, her credit did. Ha. She doesn't have the money, or the ability to finance.

Only in California can you make monthly payments for surgical enhancements. I mock and vilify Her wants as this is what put Her in a pissy mood...which resulted in Mujaji getting the boot. I'm convinced that something horrible happens to mean people in the afterlife. May she be fat, sober, flat chested, and mute.

posted by irene @ 10/29/2002 11:56:00 AM