The weather was finally amazing. We were outside for as much of the weekend as could be managed. We completely weeded the front flower bed that had lately become part of the lawn (oops). It’s now back in order with mulch and you can actually see the stepping stones.
We ignored the doorbell when someone stopped by to ask us for money. They were persistent and came back a second day. Just because you ring the bell, doesn’t mean I have to answer–especially since I now know you don’t even live in my neighborhood (ass). I’m sick of being asked to buy something for some kid I don’t even know. My taxes pay for the crap in the county. If you don’t like that the taxes don’t go far enough, then pay for your kid to do X-Y-Z. I’d especially like someone to help me pay for my tuition. Maybe I’ll ask the next person wanting me to pay for soccer, t-ball or whateverthefuck if they will pull out their wallet for my big, fat bill
The woman I work with who has two small children at home, but scratches her belly so I can see the white of the whale can go fug herself when she shows up with the gift wrap order form. I saw her damn belly again today and told my boss I was going to start asking for $5 every time I see that thing. My tuition won’t be a problem by the end of the month.
I’m a little tired…it’s been a long day what with all the whale sightings, the long drive and my doing my job today as well as two other people’s jobs. I’m a little testy. Perhaps a beer is in order.
I refused to let my kids do the selling. At their elementary school, I proposed that we just write a donation check instead. That didn’t go over well with the perpetual big sellers. Finally, I inundated them with much more useful catalogs…flower bulbs, cool t-shirts and the like. No go. Needless to say, I’m not one to get on the sucker list so that shit all went straight to the recycle bin.
You’d think they’d want the donation check and be happy…why must everything be a competition? If I want a girl scout cookie, I’ll buy some but other than that I don’t need another plastic piece of crap. Now, if kids were selling flower bulbs, I might change my tune.