"I'm Not Falling Down Drunk

I am vertically challenged."

I saw that on a t-shirt on this website. It's pretty cool, they have thousands of t-shirts. I have actually found a couple of Christmas gifts on there. And of course I am getting myself one:

Well I was trying to steal their picture and insert it here but it's not working so here's the link.

That's a typical example of my last 2 days. I am pretty sure I might rather be falling down drunk right about now.

Let's see, so much to bitch about, so little time...

The kid is SICK with a capital SICK. She woke up this morning and said her throat hurt and she wanted a drink. I didn't think much of it because sometimes my throat is scratchy when I wake up, and she said it felt better after I got her some water. She got ready for school and as I was brushing her hair, she said she thought she was going to throw up. ACK. She kind of spit up the water she just drank, then said she felt better.

My uncle was still working on my back-up car this morning, so we got a late start. I went ahead and took the kid to school, which is a madhouse trying to drive her there. Kindergarten you can't just drop them off at the door in the drive-thru lane, you are required to walk them inside. I managed to get parked in a non-spot and started walking her in, when suddenly she started throwing up again on the sidewalk.

I decided she probably shouldn't go to school, so we stopped by the office and I explained that I was taking her home because she had just gotten sick and did not feel well.

I left her with Memaw and came on to work. Memaw is taking her to the doctor now. She has slept all day, and now has a fever, a sore throat, and is stuffy. Poor baby isn't feeling good at all. And unfortunately, odds are there isn't anything the doctor is going to be able to do because it seems right now, everything that is going around is "viral." Hmmmmph.

I suppose I could mention that although I left work a little early yesterday to try to avoid getting stuck in traffic, it didn't work. Accident on I-30, back-up 3.5 miles. Luckily I heard the traffic report and got off the exit in the nick of time. Incredibly, I didn't get stuck for long at any lights and I made it home just as it was creeping up to hot. WHEW. I had Memaw pick the kid up from school, and once traffic died down some, I had to go get her. I decided since I had to pick a car that had potential to overheat, I was at least going to pick the one with the working A/C, so I drove the new/used car. Well, guess what?

Come on, take a stab at it.

You may recall a few months ago I had the new used car into the dealership to look at the A/C problem. I was given a $1300 or so estimate, and had to pay $80 for the diagnosis. I told them "no thanks" to their estimate, in words which were not quite so nice as that, and oddly, the A/C was working when I left there, and has worked ever since.

I wondered at the time, How can an A/C in need of $1300 worth of work have been accidentally, if temporarily, fixed while they were banging around on it doing their estimate? Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I have been enjoying the A/C all this time, but now its brokenness is rearing up again. Thank you, A/C, for picking NOW, the hottest part of the summer, to re-break. I mean, it's 107 degrees out all week and as far into the future as the forecasters can see, you couldn't have picked a better time. Really.

Maybe I'll take a hammer and a screwdriver and pretend to be doing a repair estimate on it. Ya think I can fool it?

Oh but wait wait wait, I nearly neglected to mention the cherry on yesterday's shit sundae.

When I got home of course I let all of the pups out. I went to my room to get Carlee to take her out, Callie came in there with me. (yeah, I should have re-thought Carlee's name, kind of confusing, Carlee, Callie), I have not yet introduced Carlee to the others, though they see her in the crate and stuff. Carlee is very timid, and also has kennel cough which is contagious, so I have kept her separated thus far. Anyway, long story short, Callie apparently quite startled Carlee... and she peed on my bed. PEED on my BED. AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH. Never had an accident in the house since I got her, and her first has to be on my BED.

Can you say, thank God for Bissell's Little Green Machine thing?

I can.