If not then I advise you to turn back before it’s too late.
- Precious Oldest called to tell me she is SICK, SICK, SICK, but does not think it is swine flu even though swine flu is running rampant in her dorm.
- Precious Youngest called to tell me she thinks she flunked her first biology test. She hopes the professor grades on a curve.
- I rubbed a blister on my left foot tramping all over hell and back at Parents Weekend with Precious Youngest. Every single pair of shoes I own rubs it and it will not stop oozing.
- I hurt my right foot in a little water skiing incident over a month ago. The pain in the ball of that foot is giving me serious concern.
- Can one LIMP if one is mincing about on BOTH feet?
- The first job I interviewed for? Has re-posted the position as NONE of the candidates they called in were acceptable.
- The second job I interviewed for? Has not called me back for a second interview; this does not bode well.
- The Saint has been traveling and I’ve been eating like shit because I need to go to the grocery store. But who the hell wants to go to the grocery store IF THEY CAN’T WALK?
- My pants are tight.
- The Terrorist is not acting right. If that fucker dies when everyone else is away there is going to be a whole lot of blame headed my way.
OK. Someone show me the bright side of this shit before I lose my MIND!
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Okay, here are some alternative ways to think of your complaints:
* If Precious Oldest is sick, then that means she's not well enough to go out partying. She'll stay home and get her rest and maybe even call home.
* Blisters and foot pain mean that you don't have to do any unnecessary walking. In fact, you should spend as much time in a comfortable chair (with a good book, natch) as possible.
* If the two jobs don't work out, that means they're not right for you. That also means that the perfect job is still out there and you will find it.
* If the Saint is traveling and you're not cooking that means that you're not having to clean the kitchen afterward. That gives you more time to rest your aching feet on a comfortable stool.
Does that help?
Ugftptht. I'm so sorry about Precious Oldest. And I hope the Terrorist hangs in there long enough for NO blame to come to you. Your poor feet. And tight pants. I say you've earned yourself a sweatpants and slippers kind of day.
At least you don't have to dump a bag of live crickets into a tank twice a day.
(I know it's a stretch, but I figured since I have to endure this hell - I could share it with someone)
I'm still in Unpacking of the Boxes Hell.
At least you don't have that!
Sorority Girl was sick but the MD at the Univ health center said it wasn't swine-ish
Oy. I got nothin'. I'll just hope that things have picked up.
Yikes. Sorry.
I don't know what the weather is like where you are, but this sounds like the perfect time to treat yourself to some new clogs. May I recommend some Bjorns? Cute and oh-so-comfy.
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