The claritinique I was taking to combat this season's allergy storm proved to be rather ineffective, so today I tried faux allegra. I seem to be less symptomatic, but with the new feature of that medicine hazy fog. Of course there is the chance that it is not my senses that have dulled, but just my whole self...maybe I am dull, sort of diluted. I am kind of ok with that. I am tired of being tired and exhausted with my thoughts as of late. Perhaps shaking some of this random free will take a load off? Worth a shot...
Here is a random conversation from a typical night of trying to get a meal on the table:
Mom: (Picking up the box of hard taco shells the husband brought home when asked to get soft shells.) Why can't you listen to what I am saying when I talk?
Dad: I thought I was.
Mom: (Noticing daughter shredding wrapper from cheddar along with the cheese) Good help is hard to find.
Daughter: I am offended.
Mom: Then go be offended with your father.
Mom: Um, son, everyone else is over here getting dinner ready.
Son: (From the couch) I am over here not wearing pants.
After mentioning that I didn't have as much chicken as I thought I had made, the son announced (from the couch...in his boxers) that this was a disappointing return to Taco Tuesday.
Speaking of the son, I regret to inform you that he will not be attending the ninth grade dance. If you missed any of the details of that event you can find them here, here, and here. I asked him what I was supposed to do with the NON-matching velour outfit I was hoping he'd wear. So sad. He said a lot of drama goes on at the event that he would prefer to avoid. I did not see a special section of the letter to parents addressing drama, and I really thought they had covered everything.
Well, we know this menu item is addicting, but the rest of the information about it is rather mysterious. "You can't stop."
You will be relieved to know that we did manage to stop, and I am still not entirely sure what I ate.
So what color wig is the most universally accepted for the workplace?
There is nothing that subdues a bully like advice from Dear Carolyn.
|Nobody can bully her husband...except her!|
I had a perfect storm of self-loathing brewed up last week. The winds have settled down a bit, but I think there is enough debris left for its own post. I am sure the anticipation is killing you!
Thanks to Stacy, the hostess with the mostess (and wine, AND a crown)!