AND THEN?

Holy hell, I am seething with anger and frustration. I just went to Target, alone for a change, and I thought they were going to have to take me out in handcuffs. I have never seen so many rude people in one place before. I was, without a doubt, the smartest person in the entire store, and that sure doesn't inspire much hope. Plus, what is with all the trashy WHORES out on Thursday nights? I need beer and blogs to relax before I pack.

Pack for what? Why, my long weekend of course! Am I excited for it? Darn tootin!

I kid, I kid.

Chuck laid the guilt on thick this week and I finally caved under the pressure. Tomorrow we leave at 8am to attend his 10-year class reunion in Breckenridge. This is a TWO DAY event, ladies and gentlemen. That seems abnormally long and torturous to me, but I've never had a class reunion. Is this normal?! How much can these geezers possibly have to catch up on?

On the bright side, I will probably get to see The Bike Ride Molester again. I wonder if he'll say anything to me this time other than, "where's the goddamned sugar in this house?!"

Next topic.

I got another letter in the mail today from St. Louis County. By golly, they want to interview me. Right away. They want me. They need me. Dad was as giddy as a six-year-old girly girl with a new Barbie when he asked, "does this mean we get to spend another day together in Duluth?" That's precisely what it means.

Bring it, County. Just bring me that weak ass shit. Not during month-end though.