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November 21, 2005
Do you hear snarling?
Yeah, that would be me.
I'm just irritated beyond all rationality today.
-Charter Cable is invited to pucker up and smooch my dimpled derriere. If you live in the St. Louis area and you have Charter, have you noticed how shitty the reception has been lately? The audio and video dropouts? Yeah, it's on their end and yeah, they know about it although they're playing dumb. I know this because of one very cool technician. If you're in St. Louis and are having these problems, call and bitch. They will credit your bill.
So, our cable has been a mess since early October. At this point there's also a problem with our fake Tivo. They were supposed to bring us a new one today, so we've been playing that stuck-at-home waiting game. And guess what? Not a word from them. None. Nada. Zip. Which means we'll likely be playing the same game tomorrow.
Why don't we have satellite? Because our neighbors have a big tree that blocks the signal. At this rate, I think purchasing a chain saw and taking down the tree myownself would be easier than dealing with Charter for one more minute.
-My child. She's cranky and off her nap schedule. Just shoot me in the motherfucking head.
-The conditon of my house. I try to keep my house livable. I do. But I'm not even going to tell you about the gunk I scrubbed out of my tub today. I think I'm going to start bathing with the garden hose in my backyard.
-That cranky child is refusing to nap.
-Gmail's being a whore today. And not in a good way.
-I think I'm going to have to remove my uterus, which is really going to make a big mess in the bathroom.
Posted by Robin at November 21, 2005 04:02 PM
Comments
May your uterus be at peace with your nerve endings....
May your fake tivo start working....
May all children of the whole fucking wide fucking world, fucking nap already.
Can you tell you and I had very similar days?
Posted by: Karen Rani at November 21, 2005 06:47 PM
Shit, girl. Linnea's off her schedule, too. Drives me up the wall, because when Nea doesn't sleep well, NONE of us sleep well. Rargh.
You know. Our lives run parallel just often enough that it creeps me out. We're not necessarily codependent. But apparently were PSYCHICALLY codependent.
Anyhow. I've taken to sleeping with earplugs. Then I don't hear Linnea wake up at night. M swears we all sleep better when I'm deaf. If it means I sleep through the night, and he's the one that deals with the midnight meltdowns: I'm not going to argue.
Posted by: beege at November 21, 2005 10:00 PM
