So I spend 20 minutes looking for my stamps that are always kept in an eXact spot.
If my time is worth 70 dollars an hour, then lets say that was $23.33 wasted.
In the middle of searching for maybe 4 to 6 dollars worth of stamps I accidentally knock half of a container of premium paper towels off the table because I moved them onto an unstable hill of laundry which them fell onto the floor. If I lived in California where mudslides happen I might have known better. But I have obviously not spent enough time in the Golden State. The paper towels were still in their container so they would have still been sanitary if they would have landed in any other 99.25% of the house, but no, they had to land on top of and then capsize the dog's water bowl. Big size dog, big size bowl, recently filled, big size mess.
I love my dog.
Dog water goes everywhere just enough so that all five and half dollars worth of paper towels are contaminated. The dog bowl is completely upside down. So is my mood. The dog retreats to the other side of the house. I sweet-talk the dog, he comes back. I clean up the water. I refill his bowl.
So I decide to go to my vehicle to use my phone which I had left out there because I had come home to make a quick dash in for a certain bill to mail and the all important stamp. I call the wife. Yes, my stamps are in her purse!
I mailed my letter using money at the postage store. Then I drowned my sorrows in a Grilled Chicken Sandwich, Baked Potato, and semi-flat Dr. Pepper. At least it was cold and wet to help me try to make it through the rest of the dust bowl dry day we are having. Um, didn't it rain yesterday?!?!? I remember writing an unpublished blog story that had rain in it.
I was just kidding about my time being worth 70 dollars an hour. Its probably only 67 and change. Deflation, I'm now a bargain!
Ooo Ooo Ooo, there's a new Gweenbrick! I must go ....
Six Miles
1 week ago
4 comments:
Now that's a good ecomony!
There is nothing worse than a bad Dr. Pepper.
fmcgmccllc: I think that a Coca-Cola plus molten lava combination plus a firing squad plus having to die dressed entirely in pink (for a male) could possibly maybe be worse. Especially if they were playing reaLLy bad music, say, an Elvis impersonator doing Johnny Cash's "Ring of Fire" when you had specifically requested "no midgets!!!"
He he Um, didn't it rain yesterday?!?!? I remember writing an unpublished blog story that had rain in it. I can relate to that.
He he 'Ooo Ooo Ooo, there's a new Gweenbrick! I must go...' I can relate to that too.
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