Guess what I heard last week? Somebody told me "My taxes pay your salary!" I should have been ready with a snappy comeback, but all my tired little mind could think was, "Huh. Fourteen years and this is the first time anyone's actually said that to me." The lady was way upset because (a.) Mindy put out a warrant for her husband's arrest and (b.) she didn't do it six months ago. Don't ask me why, I never did figure it out. But I'm pleased to know she's got my back on the salary thing.
My parents survived me for fourish days. My dad made some smart-alecky remark regarding the "hand of providence" when people started bringing in casseroles two hours after I arrived. Ha ha!
Last night was open house/PTA meeting hell at Katie's school. Oops, we went to buy groceries and were late. Awww. Accidentally missed the PTA portion. Darn, darn, darn.
I am really ready for fall. We turned off the A/C and opened the windows a week ago. It hasn't been entirely pleasant, but we refuse to give in and close the windows. I gotta admit there are many hot, hot, hot afternoons that make me love my refrigerated air. But if Jackson and Katie weren't such wusses, I would take an axe to the central heat. There are few things on this planet I hate as much as that. Give me an old-fashioned floor furnace or even just a cord of wood and I would be happy. Unfortunately Jackson and Katie don't want to have to take precautions against frostbite inside their own home. So inconsiderate!
Evil Steve has just informed me that it is past my normal bedtime and I am more than just a few minutes late providing her with her nightly drink from the bathroom faucet. Evidently this is a situation that shall not be tolerated. She's such a witch!
11 comments:
Well, you do live to serve your cat, right?
you really do have a skewed view---but i like it.
Ahh, such lovely randomness! --I'm glad your parents survived your care-giving!
I just don't get that cat and faucet thing ...
Lol, maybe they were just trying to make things easier on you by bringing in casseroles. Or maybe they didn't want you parents and you to starve to death...who really knows???
"my taxes pay your salary"....
ah the circle of life -
The probation officer keeps the evil taxpayer killers off the street so the taxpayers can toil away to pay the probation officers. That way nobody gets eaten.
Evil Steve: you can't just leave the toilet seat up?
Evil Steve drinks from the faucet huh? I've had a few that liked that. Get him one of the waterfall water dishes, mine love it.
But, the strangest cat behavior has to be the cat that liked to get in the bathtub with me. Its disturbing when a cat jumps in the bath with you.
I am such a bad person and your taxes pay for my salary too. Or do that? I think I am for a tax hike.
Hmmm. You sure that was an accident?
Dogs have masters; cats have staff.
Evil Steve...what a name for a cat! Gotta love it!
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