Daughters rotten, spoiled boxer ate the Christmas presents under the tree. Literally.
My knees go "grind, pop, grind, pop" all the way up and down the stairs. This morning "grind, pop, grind, pop...OWWWWW." Stuck. It got stuck. And hurt like a you-know-what.
I ask you, how smart is it to give your boss the silent treatment? Yes, I thought so...not smart at all.
Mason, Meisha and Tonka hate each other. Tonka does not live here with me, but visits frequently. Masona and Meisha live here and tolerate one another, have for the past few years. But Tonka? I don't think he has a chance... (In case you are not a regular here, these are cats).
Every time my laptop leaves home, it comes back with a new issue. I'm not saying that anyone is to blame for that, but I really don't believe it wants to go anywhere. Now it won't charge. I leave it plugged in until the cows come home (whenever the hell that is) and still...nothing.
Thursdays are stupid. I have always thought so...but recently, they are stupider than stupid. Let's just get right to Friday, okay?
Off to the saltmines. The daily grind. The j-o-b. Another day, another fifty cents.
Fa la la la la..la la la LA!