It's Memorial Day...Never Forget, Ever Honor...and all that.
Hope you are all having a nice long weekend...or that you had a nice regular length weekend. I need a moment to complain a bit and decided to indulge myself here. I mean, if not here, where? Okay, so I did get my computer, which had been ill, back in a pretty timely fashion and it seems to be doing what it should and not doing what it shouldn't. So that is a good thing. Otherwise, my weekend so far has kind of sucked. I've got a nasty cold or something, which I am totally blaming on breathing in stale, gross, uncirculated air in the library for the past week...and that little project isn't nearly over. Oh, no, I will go on wallowing in this air for at least another two or three weeks. This couldn't be good for anyone. I slept all day Saturday, a good portion of Sunday, and only this morning am I feeling more myself...although a stuffy version of myself.
No, I'm not quite finished, sorry. I have a bit of a WTG complaint, which you haven't had the opportunity to enjoy in a while. For some reason, a couple of weeks ago he decided to get Girlie Girl's car painted. Sounds nice, but you must understand...it didn't really need to be painted, he complained about what he was spending on it the whole time it was going on, and left him feeling like he had fully attended to her car for the next little while. Great, except that when she broke down last night, he decided he'd had enough of dealing with her car and blamed it on her...Why do you drive your car so much? Throws up his hands and says he can't deal with it. Ass. Since it was left up to us, we decided to wait and handle it in the light of day...today. My big plan is to have that sucker towed to his house and let him call his little mechanic friend. I'm pretty sure his managerial tendencies will kick in when he actually sees the car in front of his house. I consider it his responsibility, as he never talked to me before getting her a 14 year old BMW...I assure you, that would not have been my choice.
Um, okay. I guess I'm through and I do apologize. But also, I feel a little better just getting it out of my head. Here's hoping that today is a better day. Please.