Laundry Morning
Good morning! It’s not even 8:30, and I’m already up with my laundry in the dryer. I’ve also gone to the cleaners to get some pants hemmed. I haven’t yet brushed my teeth, but that’s next on my agenda.
Kitty is so happy because he finished off the huge crate of healthy cat food so I bought him some more junky stuff that he loves! The problem now is that he eats it so quickly that he’s whining for more an hour later. Maybe I should check the ingredients for MSG.
I finished my book last night. It was actually called "The Curse of the Singles Table," and I recommend it to anyone, but especially single women and Jews.
So on Monday, I went bowling again! It was so fun! After three games, I still hadn’t broken 100 which I guess was my due after laughing at Heather the other week. On the fourth game, I was doing pretty well, but my last roll went into the gutter leaving me with 97! We were ready to go, but my friends agreed to play a fifth game, and I finally got into my groove and scored 126!
"Who’s The Boss" is on. Mona is so funny! Ooh, Marcia Cross is a guest! I love seeing a big star playing a bit part on old shows.
Yesterday at work, I almost snapped at one of my co-workers. Here’s why. I came in with a bunch of packages of watermelon, like I do every fucking day, and proceeded to start eating them, like I do every fucking day. One person walks by, "Is that watermelon all for you?" Yes. (He stands, smiles, and stares) "That’s a lot of watermelon." I know. Then comes person number two. "You and your watermelon! You’re going to eat all of that?" Yes. "Crazy!" Next is my tablemate, who has been royally getting on my nerves this past month, "Woah, four packages today." I always have four. "I thought you have three." No, four. (Is there really much of a difference, asshole?) Then I explained to him that he was the third person to comment on my food and that it’s really not that fun for me to be subjected to constant heckling because I don’t eat a fucking muffin or bacon for breakfast like everyone else. Happily, this stopped him from making his usual 9 to 5 tirade of small talk with me so I could quietly read my book and gossip with my other co-workers.
Shit, my laundry is done!
