beyondpanic's Diaryland Diary
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Make Her an Offer She Can't Refuse
The lady from the shelter called tonight while I was out and left this message :
Joan, this is P.M. from the shelter. You will call me back at 610-555-5555.”
Not, can you call me back. No – she said, “you will call me back”.
How does she know I’ll call her back? Am I going to wake up and find a huge dead cat’s head in my bed as a warning?
Is she going to leap up behind me when I get in the car tomorrow morning and strangle me with catgut??????(which by the way is cord prepared from the intestines of sheep or goat, not cats, but I had to use it to go with the theme and because it’s funny.)
What the hell does she want?? I told her I wanted to wait until after the holidays, but something tells me that she ain’t taking no for an answer. Is she going to make me an offer I can’t refuse???
I’ll call her tomorrow and let you know.
It is 10:30 and my kids just left the house to go stand in some damn line for the new Batman movie with Heath Ledger. Those two really break me up – they do everything together.
Today my dentist told me that I am going to have to go to a periodontist to have some skin shaved back so that my new crown will fit properly. OOOOOOWWWWWW!!
I’m making my husband address the envelopes to my son for his 30th birthday and for his Christmas card and SweePea’s card. Maybe the Sea Hag won’t have the balls to tamper with the US mail, but I doubt it. I’m sure she sees my handwriting and tears up the cards!
I’m lying in bed on my back with my laptop propped up against my knees. I started almost sitting straight up, but have now slid down almost horizontally. It is difficult to type this way, so I think I’m just going to post this and go to bed.
But, before I do....
Have you seen this ad for the Snuggies? If I walked into this house, I would think I had stumbled into some fu@kin' unisex Monk convention. What the hell???!!! And why doesn't the baby get her own litle monk garb? Doesn't anyone care if she's cold and needs a Snuggie? Look at that smirk on the head male monk - I don't like it at all...and what the hell is he doing with his hands under that cassock/Snuggie?
10:27 p.m. - Monday, Dec. 08, 2008
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