Dear gods in heaven. Have a little peek into the good, the bad and the ugly of my current state of mind:
Good:
- New pellet gun arrived on Saturday. Nailed a squirrel with my first shot. Heh! Didn’t kill the little bastard, but got him in the head and ass. They jump 2 feet in the air when you pop ’em, which is horribly funny. I hate having to do it, but the good news according to my Dad is that they will leave when I pop a few of them. He said you don’t even need to kill them, they will get the message and leave en masse. Suits me. I didn’t relish the killin’ part, just the fewer squirrels part. (Yah, yah, I am in touch with my inner Tennessean, but still. It’s the shootin’ I like, not the killin’. Yeehaw!)
- Missy’s kitty bed arrived and she loves it. <3
- Despite being tired and overworked, we did have a nice visit with Dave this weekend. We are hellishly behind now, but what the hell, it’s only SANITY at stake, right?
- Goldi picked up her iBook and all’s well with that. It was good to see Ruth Esther and to meet Carolyn, too.
Bad:
- Eye allergies suck. Wearing eyeglasses also sucks.
- Not getting DICK done on the menus and such for the Taqueria sucks, too.
- It’s too frelling hot. Oh, yah, NO SNOW. Right. Bleh.
Ugly:
- Nick totally trashing one of my “good” kitchen towels while working on the faucet. AFTER I told him not to fuck up my good towels. NOT PRETTY. I was pissed the fuck off and yelled and threw things and slammed doors. Do not fucking do something that retarded after I specifically tell you not to. Dumbass. What is it with the Y chromosome? Just damn.
- I’m too disorganised and tired to get anything done for the Taqueria tonite. Which means total balls to the wall working like a fucking fiend tomorrow. Feh.
- Hours wasted tomorrow going to go see my optometrist for this godsdamned allergy. FUCK.
Please for the love of my sanity, people, just don’t call me this week. I’m losing my mind with stress and too much work. I really do NOT have time for chitchat or any social interaction. Unless something dire has happened, please just hold your phone calls until next week, ok? By then the Taqueria will be open and the main work of menu boards, signage and T shirts will be done. Then I can chitchat about bullshit without wanting to poke your eyes out with a fork.
Along those lines, there may not be a BYO Chops party. Sorry, but at my current stress level, having a party is completely out of the question. I’ll make the decision by Wed this coming week.
K, luv ya, bye bye.