Wednesday, April 2, 2008
April Foolishness at the Whiner's Ball
This week's edition of the Brigadoon is brought to you by the multiple overflowing bins of recycling out in the garage, an impressive collection made possible by missing the last two weekly pickups, plus spring break and kids home, plus a big family deal. Last Friday, I actually hauled the then-current collection out to the curb, not realizing the truck had already come and gone. Such is the wonderousness of my planning.
In additional whines: Daughter's saxophone was declared beyond hope by the fix-it guy, who thinks we're better off buying another one. Yeah, not happening right now; it's still playable, anyway. Daughter returned to college Monday, arising in a supreme state of grumpiness at 3:30 a.m. to finish packing and catch her shuttle. And, I got that stupid hideous cold that's going around, leading me to give up and go to bed at 3:00 p.m. the same day. Today's not much better. Please send tissues. Or shoot me.
Antiwhines: Son may have a new job, in bicycle distance of his house! Also, the fever from my cold attracted one of the big cats and both feral kittens to sleep on me for a while during the night. One of the kittens has actually let me pet him lately. Progress, baby.
What's the news with you this week, Pixies? Perhaps you have a true story worthy of The Hat, or one of the many other valuable prizes available this week.