Having a fantabulous day here. I've got four days of uninterrupted bliss and fun starting tomorrow, including a trip to the beach, I've got company coming down to visit during this time, and I just found out that I got an A on my Earth Science midterm I took on Monday. And here I was sure I'd gotten a C. Woooo hoooooooo!
The only dark cloud on my horizon is the fact that I have to take another mid-term tonight. I'm giving Rachel money to take to kids to McD's or somewhere, ANYWHERE, they can't possibly disturb me while I take this exam over the Internet.
Then, it's total FREEDOM for FOUR WHOLE DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stinkbumps the Wonder Boy: The rants, ravings and ramblings of a lunatic, overachieving single mom.
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Grrrr...You-know-who at the office has cast a large cloud on my sunshine today. He decided it was his place to tell me I "better" get all the time slips done before I leave today. I just grinned sweetly at him and said "I had already planned on it. Why don't you worry about your job, and I'll worry about mine." I'm quite proud of myself for not jumping up, ripping that idiotic-looking rat-tail spiralling down his back off his head and making him eat it. He only smiled that smarmy, self-righteous smile and said, "well, I'd just hate for there to be a back-log when you come back on Wednesday." I just smiled even more sweetly (man, my cheeks hurt!) and said, "Oh, thank you so much for your concern about my stress levels. Really, it's unneccessary." Then I deliberately turned my back to him and continued doing what my REAL boss asked me to do.
But I can't stay mad long. Less than 3 hours til my four-day weekend begins!
A RAT-TAIL?!? A rat-tail. Seriously. That's...somehow WORSE than a mullet. Like, it's a mini-mullet. "Ooh, I can't quite have a BIG party in back, just this little itty-bitty one. Plus, chicks think it's HOT, baby, YEAH!"
*giggle*
Any irritation you feel toward this man should be washed away in the satisfaction that 1) you yourself don't have a rat-tail, and 2) he's never getting laid. Never.
Yes, a rat-tail. Which is made even funnier by the fact that his hair is naturally very very VERY curly. So he has this funny little corkscrew winging down to his shoulder blades. And apparently, he DOES think he's hot. I snicker inside every time he passes one of the mirrors in the reception area. See, he has this thing where he absolutely cannot pass by a mirror without primping! Puh-LEAZE! (which rhymes with sleaze, by the way) Every time he passes by, I can hear David Lee Roth singing that "giggolo" song. Then I get the uncontrollable urge to hum it. So I do, loudly. Then when he asks what I'm humming, I say, "Oh, nothing, just this song that keeps getting stuck in my head." (And snicker, laugh and guffaw internally.) Yes, I'm a bad, bad girl. Yes, there are more mature, less childish ways to handle the situation. But darn it, this way is just so much FUN!
Oh, and what's really REALLY funny? My boss kept giving me last minute, need-them-done-right-now reports to compile and type. When I asked him about the time slips, he said they weren't nearly as urgent and his wife (who's covering for me) can do it.
So I got the wonderful satisfaction of seeing the look of disbelief and irritation on Engineer-from-Hades' face when I waltzed out the door with all those slips still laying on my desk. Tee hee hee.
Animal said: " "A RAT-TAIL?!? A rat-tail. Seriously. That's...somehow WORSE than a mullet. Like, it's a mini-mullet. "Ooh, I can't quite have a BIG party in back, just this little itty-bitty one. Plus, chicks think it's HOT, baby, YEAH!" "
I don't know why, but this comment reminded me of my second tiny apartment, a little one bedroom with a "balcony" that was basically a rickety wooden fire escape without the escape part. Like, "I can't quite have a BIG party in back, because only two people will fit out there, and then only if they each weigh about 100 pounds, but if I have this cool rat tail, I could let it down and the babes could climb right up it like I was some macho Rapunzel and we could partay in the living room! Su-su-sudio in the studio, baby!"
Rat-tail. Wow. He's practically begging for your ire.
It makes me happy that he has a rat tail. Someone who is that much of a pain in the butt must have a physical sign that says "i'm going to aggravate you." Not only does it warn passersby, but it also gives you confirmation every time you look at him--"Is he really that much of a pain in the butt, or am I overexagerating? Nope, there's that rat tail. Yeah, I was right."
Let me just say how much I love you all for making me laugh and see that I'm not the only one who is so completely irked by that idiotic rat tail. I still want to rip it off and make him eat it.
Saute it in a bit of olive oil with some garlic, shallot, a hint of salt, and some red chili flakes. Mmmm!
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