Hubster woke up with a brilliant idea this morning. He thought that today would be a good day to play hooky. I was all for it, after playing devil's advocate for about 2 seconds. I'm not the type to feel all guilty about calling in pseudo-sick every once in a great while, mostly because when I do it, I really don't feel well. It's usually nothing serious, like high fever, malaria, flu, plague or blood gushing out my eye sockets. It's just the assorted aches, pains and slight wooziness that usually signals an oncoming cold. I find that most of the time that if I "play hooky" I can usually sidestep the infectious onslaught by copious amounts of napping. I'm all about copious amounts of napping…
Of course, seeing as it was a brilliant idea, it was never allowed to come to fruition as when he tried to call in, well, let's just say it didn't go well. See, he works with family, in a very small family business - extremely small… as in there is hubster, dad-in-law and mom-in-law. Mom in law was already taking the day off to baby-sit her grandson (my drool machine nephew) because sis in law works odd hours and days (she's a per diem music therapist - I am so glad that I never pursued that major…) So, there was no way for hubster to stay home. (And not for nothin', but the poor guy is extremely tired, extremely stress and also not feeling that great himself. He really does need some serious time off…) Since he wasn't playing hooky, I decided that I could manage to trod through the day at work as well.
So, hooky with the hubster wasn't meant to be. It's ok though as it is a short week anyway as I get the Friday before Memorial day off as well. Is anyone as surprised as I am that it is already the end of May? When did that happen? Wasn't it just the New Year?
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Outside of my personal life, I have decided to petition the UN to help me with my lawsuit against the London Sun and any other British rag that ran pictures of everyone's least favorite dictator dressed in his tighty whities. Good Bog people, where is your sense of decency? This is against the Geneva Conventions, right? What the hell did I do so wrong that I have to have this image branded in my brainpan for the rest of my traumatized life!!!! I had to look up my sources because unlike some publications that shall remain nameless – Newsweek- I actually care about the few facts that I publish on my blog right. So, I had to look again...
Oh dear gods, NO!!!! I’d rather be gouging my eyes out with this.)
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Here is the main reason why I hate living in NY and why I believe that some Medicare and Medicaid reform needs to be in place: Viagra for Pedophiles
You know, I had a lot more to say, but have since run out of time and ambition. I should have played hooky...
Posted by Ethne at May 23, 2005 09:05 PMEthne, There's one thing about owning your own business, When you don't work you don't get paid. TF doesn't take off more than 3 or 4 days at a time. If he were off any longer than that, he could come back and lose customers to another locksmith. When people loose keys they want a new one right away.
Posted by: Lucy Stern at May 24, 2005 10:49 PM