WTF?

It wasn't bad enough that I fell on my ass this morning while leaving the house. As I tried to step over a small patch of ice, I slipped on the edge and went down. Yeah, taking the stairs was the smart way to go but I was being lazy, looking for a shortcut.

It wasn't bad enough that I have a ton of stuff to try and get done at work today (so instead I type up an entry). One major task that probably won't be done by tomorrow. That is mostly out of my hands, yet I will have to take on the task of failure.

But what was bad enough were the stupid polka dots I saw all over this blog when I decided to read some comments. I mean, WTF? Was I seeing things? I shot an email to Gambino and she is all like "no, mine looks fine". Of course I go back and see that blogger has fixed everything.

No I have not been drinking already. Though I wish I was. The day is going to be a hectic one. But I must remember. There is beer at the end of the tunnel.

So even though things weren't all great, I always realize things could be worse. I could be this dolt. Did she really think she could bring a grendae on a plane? And who in the world buys a grenade as a gift for their son? The airline was right to ground her. But watch this one unfold. You will see her union sue their airline and demand she get back pay, a raise, and something for sitting on her ass for a couple of days as a bonus.

Maybe I should get a job at Home Depot. They seemed to be moving towards an anti-social route. The new store had opened over the last couple of weeks and was conveniently located next to to the food store. I had busted my tenant's sink last night trying to fix a leak so I need to get some washers and two nuts. Go ahead, insert joke here. Anyway, I know what I need, but I get a brain freeze on the size just as I walk into the plumbing section. I forget what size the pipes for kitchen sinks (1 1/2 for kitchen, 1 1/4 for bathroom). I am pretty sure it is 1 1/2 but figure I will ask one of the Home Depot experts. If I could find one. There is a girl walking around, doing some stocking but whenever she comes towards me she quickly goes down another aisle. Helpful worker there.

I then decide I will check a kitch sink basket for the size. That will work just as well. But I can't find any. None. I give up the search and go check out. There they have the automated checkout systems. Guess having another person to ignore you is too much. I play with the thing and am soon on my way. The part were correct and the leak is gone.

Wow, that was rather anticlimactic.