I had a bad day.
- I made a string of stupid mistakes at work. Not stupid ha-ha, even, just stupid.
- I have poison ivy.
- Gary bellowed at me this morning because while I was doing some solo landscaping I piled some dirt in the middle of a mud puddle we haven’t been able to get rid of. So, I put my dirt in Boss Man’s hole. (Spend the night in the box.) (It’s all movie references all the time here.) Essentially, I made his mud dirty.
And worst, I couldn’t snap out of it. I even ate Cold Stone Ice Cream. German Chocolate Cake Ice Cream did no good. So, since the day was shot, I did two hours of paperwork I’ve been avoiding.
Then, things turned around.
- I taught the dog to claw at Gary’s scalp when he wants to be petted. Currently, he claws me, but now he knows that clawing Gary makes me laugh.
- I laughed at myself, because I read the first chapter of The Yiddish Policemen’s Union and was amazed that there was a huge Jewish settlement founded in Sitka Alaska in the late 40’s. “How have I never heard of this?” I wondered. Usually I avoid the back covers for the same reason I cut off the TiVo before it shows me clips from “Next week’s Grey’s Anatomy,” or whatever. But it makes me wonder, how many novels have I read that were alternative history?
- I found I live in driving distance of Louisville Kentucky/Indiana, where BNL is performing in the middle of next month. We can drive there, I have two nights hotel paid from a pre-sale, and it’s a weekend.
6 responses to “Bad Day”
“Whose hole is that?””That’s the Boss Man’s hole?””So why is your dirt in the Boss Man’s hole? !””I…I don’t know.””Well, GET IT OUTTA THERE.”Or something. Awesome, awesome movie.
Gary’s halo is now officially tarnished. He’d better do something fast to shine that sucker up.
Do you know, Googling “the Boss Man’s hole” comes up with NOTHING? Shouldn’t there be some sort of prize for that?And I’m with Becs – Gary’s been pretty crabby lately, he needs to lighten up. Probably having his scalp clawed by the dog isn’t going to help with that, though…
So it wasn’t really a bad day after all.I hate poison ivy.
Augh! This just made me think of that horrible earworm song from a couple of summers ago. “So you had a bad day.” Augh! Make it stop!
Catherine – Actually, Gary and I used to say this all the time in Mom’s yard. “What yo dirt doing in Boss Mom’s ditch?” and “I got my mind right, boss.”Becs – Yeahhhh … actually, he did on our anniversary. It’s sappy. I need to work up to blogging about it.Big Dot – Sorry – it’s actually ditch. “You git yore dirt outa his ditch, boy!” (minutes later) “Be damned iff’n you gonna put your dirt in mah yard.” Cool Hand LukeMagpie – What makes it go away? It feels WORSE.Becs – I thought of that song on the way into ColdStone. Or, you could do what Wired magazine says and do a complex math problem.