SERIOUSLY?!?

It says May 24 on the calendar, but...

And wouldn't you know, I finally got brave and planted my little helpless herb starts, thinking that by the end of May, we would be done with snow. I covered them this morning before I left from work, but I worry about them like they were children! (Are they warm enough? Should I unplant them and bring them back in?) I know that I have back up because my brother goes way overboard on his seedlings, but I still have put a lot of time into these little guys, and I want to prove that the "can-even-kill-a-silk-plant" curse does not live on in me.

STOP SNOWING ALREADY!!

Busted!

Last night, we were paid a visit around 9:00 p.m. from a dog who had apparently escaped his owner. His only tag had a vet's phone number on it, which of course, didn't get us anywhere because it was after hours. I debated about what to do, but then I thought,"What would I want someone to do if they found my dog?" I took the dog for a walk in the nearby park, thinking he must have escaped his owners over there, but no one seemed to be looking for a dog. I left him fenced in our backyard, but he kept barking and I was worried the neighbors would complain. We ended up bringing him in the house. However, our dog wasn't much into having a bunk mate, and pretty much treated our guest like an interloper and it seemed like a good idea to keep him separated. SE ended up sleeping in the boys' room with the interloper, and I slept in our bedroom with our dog. I use the word "sleep" here rather loosely, because between the two of them making noises, I don't think any of us, including the dogs, got much sleep.

SE called the vet this morning, got the owner's number, and called. Ironically, it turns out out the interloper belongs to a neighbor that lives less than a block away. He was a cutie, and obviously had a family, so I'm not sorry we did it, but I would like to tell this neighbor that I would like my sleep back and I would also like him to repaint the bedroom where the interloper scratched the door. Sigh.

Message from the Rooftop

I read on the internet yesterday about how a waitress complained on her Facebook page about diners who sat at one of her tables for three hours and only tipped $5. Her supervisor got wind of the post and fired her.


If my supervisor is reading this, then this is what I have to say: I love love LOVE my job, and I think our clients are marvelous. I can hardly wait to come in to work each day and deal with you and them. I think filing is loads of fun, and making copies/scanning is so exhilarating, I wish I could do it more often.

Is that sufficient to allow me to keep my job, or should I keep going on?

Chance at Repentance

In our family, SE (my husband the Survival Expert), drives a 1996 Toyota Corolla and I drive a 2002 Toyota Camry. We had always planned on him driving his car into the ground and replacing it, and mine would just go, go, go. It's a Toyota, right?

Then the engine light went on in my car....

What?!? Why my car? Why not SE's car? I was hoping it was just as sensor or something, so I took it to the equivalent of the Instacare for cars, only to find out....

MAJOR SURGERY! Pick me up off the floor...I was trying mostly not to cry and talk hypersonically, so I just nodded and listened while the poor mechanic crashed my world around my ears. Not only was it broken, but it was broken because I had neglected my car and failed to keep up on routine maintenance. I thought I was saving money, but hearing about this major repair did NOT feel like I was saving a single dime. We did our best, but it was just too much for us to handle, so we traded it in on a new-to-us car, a Toyota Highlander.

I swear I have repented, and this one, which I named Lassie, will go the distance!