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Word of the week: Craptacular
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cazcatharsis' awesome weekly show cuz..... oh wait - let me back up.
6:30 Wed after work, I go in to my usual place for a massage, Massage Envy. Usually they do a great job - tonight was a different therapist. From the get-go, I wasn't sure about his technique - not that it was bad, but wasn't working for me. THEN, I start feeling pain - like WTF?? Turns out he uses his fingertips for pressure, which means I was getting dug by his fingernails. And since this was at the beginning, there went to whole damn session.
7:45 Ate a decent bite @ Panera while checking mail on my Asus Eee mini-laptop.
8:30 Then went to pick up my son K. 1) came from a different direction than I have before 2) was dark 3) the road-expansion project didn't bother to put barrels to denote the turn-interesection this time. So I turned too soon, thinking I was just going on dirt.
Result? I came to a sudden halt, w/ my entire front end & tires catching air
for 2 hours
8:55 call the ex, explain the sit.
9:25 Ask F to hold onto K & put him to bed, and we were waiting for the police to arrive to stop traffic so dad could try to pull my car-aft back the way I came - which means he could've been T-boned... then possibly a tow-truck, didn't know yet.
F: Why don't we wait a half-hour?
Me: Because at best case, that means K goes to bed an hour and a half past his bedtime. Did you get my email?
F: His report card, something about reading?
Me: Yea - where his test scores indicate he's only doing 34% of where he should be... he obviously needs to get his sleep, since being tired won't help.
F: I dunno - wait, I gotta go, I got a baby crying -click-
So my mom (bless my parents) leaves to get her car, comes back to pick up K, who's passed out, F has to carry him to her car, & he passes out again. In time to come back to the road where the towtruck is trying to line up w/ my car...(I went w/ her, cuz she didn't know where F lives). Even better? 2 - count em - TWO - cars passed me, incl one who also made the turn a bit short, and went down the road F lives (w/o stopping to ask if I needed help of course). Guess what I saw when I arrived @ F's MIL's house?? YUP - the 2 cars... it must've been Bunco night or something...
So 11pm rolls around before my son's in bed. $125 in towing (there goes my cat-deposit refund), and *very* cold feet.
At least massage-induced relaxation didn't go to waste :p
cazcatharsis' awesome weekly show cuz..... oh wait - let me back up.6:30 Wed after work, I go in to my usual place for a massage, Massage Envy. Usually they do a great job - tonight was a different therapist. From the get-go, I wasn't sure about his technique - not that it was bad, but wasn't working for me. THEN, I start feeling pain - like WTF?? Turns out he uses his fingertips for pressure, which means I was getting dug by his fingernails. And since this was at the beginning, there went to whole damn session.
7:45 Ate a decent bite @ Panera while checking mail on my Asus Eee mini-laptop.
8:30 Then went to pick up my son K. 1) came from a different direction than I have before 2) was dark 3) the road-expansion project didn't bother to put barrels to denote the turn-interesection this time. So I turned too soon, thinking I was just going on dirt.
Result? I came to a sudden halt, w/ my entire front end & tires catching air
for 2 hours
8:55 call the ex, explain the sit.
9:25 Ask F to hold onto K & put him to bed, and we were waiting for the police to arrive to stop traffic so dad could try to pull my car-aft back the way I came - which means he could've been T-boned... then possibly a tow-truck, didn't know yet.
F: Why don't we wait a half-hour?
Me: Because at best case, that means K goes to bed an hour and a half past his bedtime. Did you get my email?
F: His report card, something about reading?
Me: Yea - where his test scores indicate he's only doing 34% of where he should be... he obviously needs to get his sleep, since being tired won't help.
F: I dunno - wait, I gotta go, I got a baby crying -click-
So my mom (bless my parents) leaves to get her car, comes back to pick up K, who's passed out, F has to carry him to her car, & he passes out again. In time to come back to the road where the towtruck is trying to line up w/ my car...(I went w/ her, cuz she didn't know where F lives). Even better? 2 - count em - TWO - cars passed me, incl one who also made the turn a bit short, and went down the road F lives (w/o stopping to ask if I needed help of course). Guess what I saw when I arrived @ F's MIL's house?? YUP - the 2 cars... it must've been Bunco night or something...
So 11pm rolls around before my son's in bed. $125 in towing (there goes my cat-deposit refund), and *very* cold feet.
At least massage-induced relaxation didn't go to waste :p