It occurs to me that I haven’t given an update on the DirtyDish Fight #2601.
They still haven’t been done.
The flowers are now dead.
I’m trying to give Esteban some slack because he is {cough cough} sick.
And now SO AM I!
Yes, kids, Weetabix is now horking up lung loggers too. It is Day 2 of Mountain Dew marathon due to my intense fatigue.
Oh Boy.
Thank you sir, may I have another?
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The camping situation. Just minutes after I wrote yesterday’s entry, I receive a call from Esteban.
He sounds worse.
“Did you talk to Joel?” he rasps.
“Yeah, he’s going to talk to Cheri and then call us back.”
“Have you already made a decision that we’re not going camping?”
“No. We’re going to see what Joel and Cheri want to do.”
“But are you saying that you don’t want to go camping?”
Can someone forward him the last several entries of this diary, please? I had to strongly repress the urge to scream at him…. mostly because I was at work and screaming at work generally means you’ve gotten promoted.
“No…. that’s not what I’m saying. I didn’t say that during this conversation at all. I wouldn’t make that…decision… without… you.” This last part was through gritted teeth.
“{cough} {death rattle} Because if you’ve already made the decision to not go, then we won’t go.”
It was then that I realized that he WANTED me to make that decision so that HE didn’t have to make it. Again with the Mom syndrome.
“Are you saying that you WANT me to declare that we are not going camping?”
“Yes {death rattle}”
So there it was. Done. We’re not going camping. And it was no thanks to my Hamburgler impression earlier this week.
WTF was all that crap about earlier this week? Why did I just go and spend $140 on groceries and half a day of vacation? I am Jack’s extended bowel.
In funnier news, Joel and “the wife” are apparently still going camping up north. Joel has gotten it in his gullet that he needs to fish. Apparently, Green Bay, being on a, as stated, BAY, with two rivers running through town and merely 15 minutes from Lake Freaking Michigan, does not have any fish. Although, I have to admit, I am skeptical about there being fish in either of the rivers.
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Today, my lovely coworker Cindy has brought in fabric samples for a Renaissance fest dress. I’m a so excited! I picked out a lovely emerald green thing with black embroidery on it. WOOHOO!
Too stoked! It will be the Festival of Cleavage in this dress though. I’m just saying.
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Word of the day: schladoinkle. It was on Buffy. Xander is so cool it’s beyond my ability to comprehend.
I am loser Buffy girl. If there was a Buffy Convention, I’d be there.
With bells on, baby.
{holds L finger sign up to forehead}
