Sunday, February 25, 2007

I woke up this morning

but I didn't get myself a beer.

I did, however, reflect on how short the weekend seemed and how much work I had to do at work today, and how I really didn't want to go to work. I even lamented how I hadn't had a chance to read the Sunday comics yesterday. Then I went out to get the newspaper.

We had two newspapers. One of the utility companies out here gives us a free Fri-Sun subscription of the The People's Rocky Mountain Pravda News, and we subscribe to The Fort TomCollins Colorodoan. Coloradoan, oddly enough, means "Red Diaper Doper Baby" in Spanish. I thought to myself, "Self, The Mrs. must have missed one of the papers yesterday when she brought them in."

When I got back to the kitchen, I opened up one paper and saw that it was the Sunday edition. "Yup. The Mrs. missed the paper yesterday." Then I opened up the other, and it was also the Sunday edition. Then I pondered the unponderable. Could it be? Could it really be? Could today only be Sunday and not Monday?

Shee-it. It sure enough was. I put the old brain back in neutral, and made some coffee.

Nothing of great import happened today, except I wanted to go to Target to get 4 things for myself, and I ended up having to take the whole fambly, spend nearly an hour in the store, and fill the cart up to overflowing. Then we had to hit the pet store. Then Old Navy. Then the Carter's outlet at the outlet mall. Then MickeyD's. Then back to the outlet mall to the Osh Kosh outlet.

The accomplishment for the day was that The Mrs. managed to "save" over $300 at Osh Kosh by spending only about $150. She was so proud of this accomplishment that she had to call her mother immediately upon arrival back at home to brag about it.

This was like one of those moments when you realize your life has devolved into a cheesy sit-com. Though, quite honestly, Married with Children was more groundbreaking than cheesy.

And now, for your moment of Zen. I call this one, "What I saw when I went to throw something out in the garbage can in my bar, and I don't know why."

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Cuz of the Jeff Guy, Duh.

They're empty and need to be recycled. Don't throw them in the garbage, you right-wing ani-earth fanatic.

CherkyB said...

The Jeff Guy uses tampons in my bar? Is it his underwear, too?

Anonymous said...

What's a weekend?