There is no point to this story. I hope you don’t mind.

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He runs his family’s Heating/Air Cond. business. They also do gutters.

Guess what we don’t have?! DOWNSPOUTS. AND, the heat/ac in the shop’s office is broken. So it’s either freezing cold or ridiculously hot. WTF?! DUDE.

Hi, yeah it’s me… Hey… you know how you have this great job, working in technology, with security networks and mail servers and other click clackity bullshit that I just nod my head to when you bring them up? Yeah well you know what would be nice… my geniusly gifted scholar of a husband?

If you could make sure that my fucking iPod and computer and tv and printer and all related TECHNOLOGY of MY WORKPLACE – OUR HOME…. works! Why do I have to tell you 15 million times that I can’t print? That my iPod won’t sync? That the wireless network keeps dropping?

I bet everyone in your office has their equipment running just FABULOUSLY because I know you are SO damn good at your job. There.

Here? Meh.

MEH MEH MEH!

I curse you whenever I try to print a goddamn coupon, upload a new friggin Laurie Berkner song to my iPod or get a little ME TIME with Oprah in the afternoon. Noooooooooooooooo. You spend about 10 hours of your FREE time playing a joke on your boss by hooking up a chip that made his head set play “Uh oh! Spaghettio!” when he picks it up… yet I CAN’T UPLOAD BEYONCE’S'SINGLELADIES’ to my IPOD.

You are SO FIRED!

OMG that felt SOOOOOOO GOOOOD.

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My rant is mainly related to the customers at my work. If you hate us so much, please do *everyone* a favor and stay home. Don’t come and then yell at me about everything you hate about the store. Trust me, we won’t mind if you don’t buy your $20 worth of books. Seriously. Go home. Also, people…I’m not your mom or your maid, so enough with the kleenex and coffee cups strewn all over the store. Gross.

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On a less whiny note, Ess and Gee started a preschool program last week. They are not with me for SEVEN hours, two days a week. It should have been some kind of huge amazing milestone and I probably should have cried or something as I’ve never left them for more than three hours ever, ever before, but I didn’t. I friggin rejoiced with a pepsi and a nap and a cow or two. I’m kidding about the cow. Finally, I’m addicted to cup o’noodles right now, which is weird and unhealthy.

but, the other night we went to a beach side restaurant for happy hour and the kids played in the sand and swam while we sipped drinks and talked. It was so freaking wonderful that I didn’t even bitch that my pina colada was virgin.

OH and I just registered for BlogHer Chicago. I know, I’m all eager and on top of things, but last year, I waffled and picked my nose and didn’t end up going at all. So, I made it official. That’s exciting.

This is more like a letter to Meghan who probably doesn’t care all that much, but you said to hijack and look at how good I am at following directions!!!

Also – I HATE IT when the DD people get my coffee order wrong. I do NOT take sugar in my coffee, but I was already in the lab by the time I discovered it, and I needed my caffeine, and just – ICK! Blech…

So now I’ve still got the rest of the day to go, should be an interesting one…

To #9 Kate – My husband wants to do the same thing. And he wants me to do it. He says the hair-cutting kit he bought comes with an instructionaly DVD. Does he really think I am going to watch that?

To Me #18 – Stop eating crap just b/c it’s a holiday weekend. Tomorrow is Monday again and you have to be good.

To Husband – Please quit scaring me about the economy. I know it’s scary but please quit scaring me, k?

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