Discomfuckulated Wednesday

Ah, Hell Day has arrived! I do my utmost to never over-schedule because it tends to make me grind my teeth, and since they don't fit in my mouth right anyway, that makes me bite the inside of my mouth, which if you've ever eaten an entire bag of caramels, and chomped on your inner mouth instead of the wad of caramelly goodness (or Evil-ness, depending on how you look at it- I dare not even entertain the question of how many points there are in a bag of caramels - roughly the same as a Big Mac?) (Whew, was that a long-winded tangent! Where was I? Oh yeah...the wad of caramelly goodness.) you will know whereof I speak.

So yeah, to sum it up... over-scheduling - BAD. But in order to have the heating and cooling people come to my house and bring a new system with them; actually SET it up, I'm gonna have to go do a little tapdance for the bank folks. I WILL keep my clothes on, in case you're wondering - Bank People aren't known to be particularly receptive to nekkid tapdancing - at least not while they're on the clock.

I will also be at school today, hard at work, undermining authority whenever possible. Needless to say, the first and second graders love me - I think they're pretty RAD as well. the stomach-clenching conference with the Fourth Grade Bitch,... uh, Teacher, isn't until NEXT week, even though I requested today ages ago, but Please, I beg you, don't get me started on THAT woman.

I have put a picture of Jezebel, my favorite warm and fuzzy thing, as a beacon to guide me through the day ahead. Hi 'Be-Bell! After all the crap is past today, I can go home and hunker down with my fuzzy little purr-machine.

Life is Still Good.