Isn't that just peachy?

I know. It's not Thursday. Where the puking pretzel have I been?

I got home Thursday night and had to promptly make dinner for the monkeys. It was either that or let my ankles and knees be gnawed to death. So in the middle of pasta boiling, broccoli and chicken cooking in the skillet, and creamy tomato sauce simmering my husband storms into the kitchen with a scowl on his face. Apparently, the class he signed up for was cancelled without so as a word. In other words, no bloggin. He doesn't know I have a blog and I'd like to keep it that way.

Then on top of all that, Hubby's uncle came over with a copy of an email that his lawyer sent him. The estate issues continue.........which in layman's term means the greedy lepers have been quite busy. Whatever, assholes. Then, Hubby's brother came over at which point wine entered the conversation and the number of curse words increased as well as the noise level. What a bunch of light weights!

Friday night I got home late; about eight o'clock. Now, it's no secret that we have two laptops and a Dell; all are on a wireless network. With all three in the house, I was number 7 in line for computer time. Apparently, the dog and Mommakitty get a better spot in line than me.

I knew that today was going to be busy, too. So I spent most of the morning getting everyone ready for a basketball game and two birthday parties. Now that we're covered in snow and everything is cancelled, I have a moment to breathe. What's strange is that I don't know what to do with myself if I'm not running around like mad.


So, to answer Nikki's question....no, I haven't killed anyone at work yet. For three days in a row I haven't even had the time to go to the bathroom until about three o'clock. I just can't kill anyone on a full bladder. It would take some of the fun out of it. I have been privy to some of the political, gossip-like goings on, though. Really, there's no possible way for me to care any less about that sort of crap, but its a good indication that they're slowly accepting me into the fold. Whoopie. I'll try to contain my excitement.

Which leads me to the question: why are some women in the workplace so mean spirited? Really. The men I have so far encountered are welcoming and hospitable. Not that the women aren't nice, but they are slow to come around and, more often than the men, two-faced. I never did quite get that. Product of their environment? Hive PMS? ? ? ? Don't get me wrong. Men are mean-spirited, too, but they're usually more direct about it is all I'm saying.

Anyhoo, I have to go break up some chaos and destruction in the living room. Monkeys can be so hands-on!!