tiggerprr’s scratching post

Everytime I go out on the road here in Myrtle Beach, I feel like I am honestly placing my life in the hands of 1000 Rain Men who are “very good drivers”. Except that, Raymond Babbit would might have been a better driver if he were real. I’m out yesterday on my way to an appointment when some dumb chick barrells her car halfway out of the parking lot she’s coming out of into my path. Thank goodness there wasn’t anyone in the lane to the left, as I had to do a quick lane change in order not to hit her dumb ass. I glared at her…and you know what she did? She was laughing like she accidentally did something silly instead of endangering her own life and the life of someone else’s wife and mother.

I find it harder and harder everyday to think that all these advances we’re making to keep humans alive longer and safe from disease is always a good thing. Think what you want about Darwin’s Evolution Theory, “Survival of the Fittest” ensures that stupid animals don’t pollute the Animal Kingdom’s gene pools with more stupid animals wading in the shallow end for very long.

I always wish that I could Jeannie blink and take a downloadable mental picture of people that piss me off so I could rant with visual aids. Or so I could spontaneously capture something cute that the kiddo or the cats do. Ashlyn made a great face last night when we were talking about something that I would have loved to show you, but alas no…the moment was lost because I don’t have that super cool camera. If a super scientist is reading my blog and invents said embedded camera, I expect full credit and royalties. Just sayin’.

The cable internet people hosed my connection earlier and it was very slow…I was angry with them because they were being dumb too. But they fixed me, and I’m no longer pissed. So, they’re off the hook, for now.

Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day…I have cards and a little something for Ken. But not a gift, gift. Why, you ask? Because he’s impossible to buy for. If he wants something…he gets it himself. For example, he showed me a Skagen watch that would be great for a Christmas gift a little bit before Christmas. About 3 or 4 weeks before Christmas, he found one he liked better on eBay and BOUGHT IT! If I wanted to buy him a tech gadget, because he is a tech gadgety sort of fella, I can’t…because I will inevitably purchase the “wrong” thing. So I’m totally paranoid. I can’t buy him clothes usually, because that man is worse than a woman when it comes to shopping. It sucks that he can think of awesome gifts to get me (sorry Daddy Forever) but I end up getting him just crap. I know it’s the thought that counts, but, dangit, I wanna be able to get him a gift that will make him feel all warm inside like my Coach purse did me. Or how a future pink Coach purse would make me all gaga. (Side note: my birthday is coming up, and I think the 39th birthday is the Coach Purse birthday.) I’d hoped to find a Wii, because wii would really like one. But no, the shopping gods and the illness gods conspired against me. Again. So, hrrrm.

I did however, find a cool present for Ashlyn.

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