Between work and home, I am stressed and exhausted, but not unhappy. Stressed, because work is...challenging. Bottom line, the old adage "you can't teach an old dog new tricks" is especially true when that old dog is me, and me is not good at math (or English, apparently).
Work is like going to school again...and I wasn't that motivated the first time around, but this time, there is a check waiting for me at the end of the day, so I suppose that is serving as motivation enough.
You know that other old cliche "it's not the heat, it's the humidity" well we'll see how true that is in a few weeks when I'm shipped off to Texas in the middle of summer. I have a feeling that hot is damn hot especially since I've checked the weather and it's going to be 100 fucking degrees when I'm there. I'm going to wilt like a delicate little southern flower...actually, I'm going to be a big beet faced sweaty middle-aged pig panting her way around the city, but the flower image is much nicer than reality.
In other uneventful news, because of this...
someone found himself in time-out. No, not the Rottenator (though he deserves to be), but the other aggravating male in my life.
Now, before you get all "Awww, but he's just a baby" sympathetic on me, let me just say that mere moments after this picture was taken and I was washing the blood from my wound, I returned to my living room to find this:
Yeah...you can see how concerned he is about his mama's pain and suffering. Little asshole.
How I'm Feeling Today...well, for no particular reason, this song just popped into my head. So, maybe this should be entitled "My Mood Ring(tone)":
Baby? Pffft! You have a demon spawn. The cuteness is a ruse. I would start cutting his claws now while he is young. If not, don't come crying to me when he rips your jugular out while you sleep.
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