Groovin' with Soccamom

Assumptions

Yeah, I nearly forgot. My guy was sick all weekend, so I mainly just vegged out with a Sex and the City DVD to keep me company. That and a mountain of laundry.

Today I wore a black suit with a beige mock neck to work. That's pretty standard type of clothing for me, the black part at least. So, Lois says to me, "Shame on you! You didn't wear any red for Valentine's Day."

"Oh, I am wearing red today," I told her with a cocked eyebrow.

Happy Valentine's day, shweetie!

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2/14/2005 06:16:00 PM

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Peevish

The other night I ran to the small local grocery to pick up a few items. I had the small basket over my arm filled with maybe 6 items. There was only one lane open at that time of the evening and the only other customer checking out ran her full cart up to the lane so that she could check out ahead of me. Ok, whatever.

Naturally her bad behavior didn't stop there. She then began to argue the price of every third item or so that travelled across the scanner. Ok, so finally the last of her items were rung up and totalled to her satisfaction. The clerk upon hitting the total button informed her, "That's ninety-four sixty-two, please." Whereupon she pulled her checkbook out of her jeans pocket and asked for a pen. I wonder if I can even explain how much that bugs me.

I can't even quite comprehend the thought process behind doing that. Did she not think that she'd have to pay, maybe? I guess I could maybe see if you weren't sure if you'd pay cash or write a check, but being an avid debit card user, I just really don't see the justification for writing checks at all anyway. If I ever do find myself in a situation where I'm about to write a check, I certainly have as much of it filled out as I can. I don't know. I realize I'm a fairly impatient person but being that way makes me pretty aware of the fact that others may not be in the mood to wait for me too. Gah. I just can't wrap my mind around it.

Anyway. She finally got her check written out and the bagger asked her if she would like some help out with her bags. A pretty standard question to which she replies in a sour voice, "It's up to you." How is it up to him, lady? It's his job to ask but given that its zero degrees outside and you're not the most pleasant person, what do you think he'd decide if it really were up to him?

Well, that's one of my pet peeves; not having your check ready. All of the other unpleasantness is just extra bits of annoyance.

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2/12/2005 01:53:00 PM

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Silly Love Songs

This just in: apparently Sir Paul still is capable of a little controversy even at the ripe old age of 62.

Sir Paul's Wardrobe Malfunction

Ok, don't get your knickers in a wad, I'm just kidding. Actually, I loved the halftime show. Maybe I'm old, but I really enjoyed it and I sang along to every word. So there.

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2/06/2005 08:49:00 PM

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The Poo-ch

I've been telling my husband for quite a while now that his dog is a turd eater. For the longest time, I've had the suspicion that she rummages through the litter box as if it was her own personal buffet, but I never could quite catch her at it. Many was the time that she would wander from the corner of the room in which the box was kept, though I never actually saw her grazing. Being the man who paid a princely sum for this ball of fur, my guy has refused to believe that these allegations were true. I insisted that the very last time I saw her from the corner of my eye grazing in the box I was in the same room, just not looking in her direction. I promptly scolded her, of course, but I think sometimes the temptation is just too great for her.

Sometimes Shitfaced.

Finally, yesterday while eating lunch, my husband says to me, "Did you happen to notice there is litter in the dog's water bowl?"
Hmmmm.

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2/03/2005 07:01:00 PM

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