What the hell?

Note to Self

Done List:

• Mirror - delivered to moron #1
  
• Dog walked at ungodly hour of 7.21 am (Sunday (!))
  
• Toilet paper provided as gift by loving parents after dinner
  
• Parents shown the wonders of Arte de Pasta
  
• Work email queue addressed with LN
  

Things to remember for eternity:

• "moron" as in "A stupid person; a dolt." - not the city in Argentina
  
• morons will always be morons
  
• dogs should not be allowed - or encouraged - to sleep during the day.
  
• no one else gets their butt up to work on Sunday. If you do it, you're also a moron. Actually, with a capital letter.

Oof.

Yesterday my Dad dropped off the uber expensive mirror at chez Moron. Flora asked him to leave it in the front room - you know, the screened in porch? Right. So, if you open the door too quickly, or are not paying attention, it's really easy to hit the newly replaced mirror.

But as I told the Dad last night. I don't want to hear a damn thing about it anymore. It was delivered, and what happens to it forever more is not my problem.

The only good thing about that, is that I wasn't there for the handoff. Countless gray hairs were kept at bay by me being in Manhattan. Plus, not seeing either of them is also good for my health. I'm going to call EHo and inquire if I can crash here tonight. I actually have to go into the office at 9pm, and need to be in the office early Monday morning.

Bleh. That's giving me a headache already. I'm going back to sleep for a little while.

posted by irene @ 1/11/2004 10:00:00 AM