Did you just say to yourself, “So what else is new?” Because I know I did.

*****lalalalala*****

Three times today, I’ve tried to attend meetings. I say tried, because although I explicitly TOLD all of the appropriate meeting-schedulers (aka “damned idiots”) that I would be working remotely this week, they didn’t bother to set up conference dial-ins. AND they’ve ignored my emails requesting that they either:

1. CALL me
2. Get me a number to CALL them

I don’t think that’s too much to ask. As much as I would love to be able to telepathically communicate with those sitting in some airless room on the other side of the lake, I haven’t honed that particular skill yet.

So, anyway, I’m sitting here waiting for someone to notice that I’m not there and call me.

*****lalalalala*****

The dog came in last night after his evening constitutional and smelled like Winter. Dog-tinged Winter, to be sure, but Winter. It’s the only thing I like about the whole season.

The scent of the air, not the smell of the dog I mean. Snirk. The dog stinks – even with Parfum d’Hiver .

*****lalalalala*****

My to-do-list for the trip is only one item shorter. I’ve been staring at it all day and yet NOTHING is getting crossed off. WTF?

*****lalalalala*****

The phone call for the final meeting of the day finally came. And the guy who is talking hasn’t taken a breath in seven minutes. So I can’t get a word in about what he’s saying.

Which is wrong.

So now I’m flipping him the phone the middle finger. Yes, I’m mature. Bite me.

*****lalalalala*****

I’m NOT working tomorrow. I’m thinking about NOT letting Mr. Hot get out of bed all day. Just in case no one hears from me, y’know. I mean, granted, we sleep apart three nights every week on a regular basis, but DUDES. I just counted. Sixteen nights.

I’m going to drown myself in tears.

*****lalalalala*****

It’s supposed to SNOW tomorrow. And one of the cats puked all over the rug in the hallway.

*****lalalalala*****

—- Trying to get my ass out of this funk, so I looked for one of my very favorite songs by one of my favorite artists. Let’s hope it works. —-

When you have no real topic, bullets will do, right?

• Once again, I dripped down the shirt I wore to work today.
• This time, though, instead of drooling Tootsie Pop, it was balsamic vinagrette.
• At least it came from eating a healthy salad and not candy.
• One of the two elevators in my building is still out of service.
• Which makes some of the elderly men who ride it VERY grouchy.
• And makes trying to get to the laundry room and back during House commercials very difficult.
• Shortman got a 99% on his Informative Speech.
• The topic he selected was “Learning Styles”.
• He got marked down for not projecting his voice.
• 2.25 points gone for not being a big mouth like his Mom.
• Did I mention it’s my laundry day?
• Including handwashing two sweaters.
• The Detroit Lions are playing Green Bay on Thanksgiving Day.
• Guess who will be there rather than roasting a turkey and mashing potatoes?
• Last Saturday was Mom’s birthday.
• We ate cake and laughed at the youngest grandchild (aka The Kindergartener).
• Last Saturday was the 39th anniversary of the Marshall University plane crash.
• Last Saturday was exactly 1 year since I got laid off from The Bank that Shall Not be Named.
• November 14th is a memorable day in my life.
• I leave for India in less than three weeks.
• Oh mah holy hell.
• I still have to pick a winner for the October Save the Boobies campaign.
• I haven’t forgotten. Promise.

—- Last time we went to a Thanksgiving Day football game, we had dinner afterwards at the International House of Pancakes. Should I get chocolate chip or strawberry waffles? —-