Posted on 12/27/2013 11:24:17 AM PST by honestabe010
Helm, bring us about.
There is a threatening doily at this location.
(What does that pattern mean?! We..must..communicate with it!)
Well we probably could if Spock wasn't off talking to a glowing rock...
...or expelling sugar-free gummy bears..
The glowy rock promised not to press charges, purred funny, then slipped a paper with a phone number on it into the science officers pocket.
Unnngh, that was silly.
“Besides, I just tell them that you’re my mobile scratching post.”
And warm winter blanket.
Unngh.
Just take me out and shoot me. The sore throat I had last week has become a chest cold, and wants to go to my head.
After all the medical I had to pay out of pocket, I find myself needing some medicinal alcohol...some rum would make a hot toddy worth downing. I will wait till the sun is up and head for the liquor store and try to find the Right Stuff to loosen up the congestion.
Needless to say, I didn’t sleep well, and all the plans for catching up with the housework will have to bide another day. *sigh*
And it looks as if my aide has quit the company. Dang. Now I have to train someone new...again.
Unnngh. Was headed out to Weight Watchers with six children when Bill phoned, saying the car had stopped while he was on his way to school. Turned out it was only about 200 yards from our door; we drove up while he was yammering that it wasn’t his fault.
Sally and I pushed the car over to the curb, with incompetent steering by Bill, and then we took him to school. (On the plus side, two people stopped and asked if we needed help in those three minutes. I’d have asked them to steer, but they were both a lot bigger than Bill!) On the way home from CP, we stopped at the Post Office and I picked up Priority Mail envelopes and stamps, so I can mail things like paper-doll books and the clothes Anoreth left behind.
Then I got the gas can for the mower, which fortunately had some gas in it, and walked up the street to the car. Put the gas in, and the car started right up. I drove to the gas station (whew, just enough), filled the car, refilled the gas can, threw away a bunch of Bill’s trash, and now I’m home. And cold and wet, because it was raining all this time. Before I have a hot beverage, I’ll go weigh myself.
Tom can drive over to CP, if he ever gets dressed, and give the car key to Bill. Then I’ll pick Tom up some time in the afternoon, 3-ish, I think. Maybe I’ll be ready to send mail by then!
What? The boys don't know what the gas gauge is for? I've run out of gas exactly twice in my life, and one time was "deliberate," to see how far I could go on a tank of gas.
Go warm up and have an adult beverage to take the sting out of being a mom for a while.
The gas gauge sometimes works. That being the case, I informed Bill, he should put gas in it every time he drives it. Tom drove to church and back last night. Good thing, or Bill would have run out somewhere between here and CP, instead of practically on our doorstep.
If they drive the car at all, they know it needs fuel, or it isn’t leaving the driveway. Fortunately for them, they live at home were there are people who are more responsible than they are. But what if...???
Yeah, someday the “what if” is going to bite them. Hopefully, they’ll live through it.
They will have learned a valuable lesson: Mom won’t always be around to bail them out of their willful stupidity.
Hopefully, in another 10 years, you will have a couple of very respoinsible, very capable young men.
Yes that photo fits right in up here!!!
At least they’re having a good time.
true
I’m heading out to find some toddy for the hot. I have everything else I need...When I get home, I will fix myself at least one toddy and retire to the bed...where else do I belong when I have The Punies?
Unnngh.
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