I’m over the ranting for now. I only have to put in 24 hours at work this week and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let what’s-her-name get me all stressed out. After Wednesday I won’t have to see her again until next year (Jan 5) and I will rejoice each and every second of those days away from work.
In case you might be curious as to the “state of affairs” at our house…
If you’ve known me long, you know full well that I’ve honed the Art of Procrastination into a full-fledged science. The beauty of that science lies in its vast potential for creativity and it’s penchant for flexibility. I’m not hemmed in by a set of rules or properties. There is a sort of formula where the x and y and z values vary from moment to moment. For example:
5x + (-2y) = 3z
If x = wrapping presents
and y = the amount of time between dinner and bedtime, say, 2 hours or less
z could = anything from downloading mp3 files to playing Spider Solitaire.
(Being that I was born on Albert Einstein’s birthday, I was born with a talent for developing theories and have spent my entire life testing and proving them.)
So yeah, my tree is still naked. A cookie has not been baked and I have about $500 worth of holiday purchases piled on the dining room table begging to be wrapped in tissue, stuffed in boxes and tied up with pretty bows. But never fear, by the time Dec. 25 rolls around, I will have broken all my previous Solitaire records and have an entire new library on the iPod.