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I had forgotten what a pain in the ass running a business can be, with trying to figure out how much sales tax to collect, and where to send it, and all that crap. I tried to convince Fred that we should just refuse to sell the book to anyone in the state of Alabama, but he didn’t seem to think that was a good idea.
(And I’m kidding, anyway. Alright? Close the email clients, you rabid Fred fans who reside in Alabama.)
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The spud got home from school yesterday about 15 minutes later than I expected, I suppose because the bus driver’s trying to figure out where he needs to stop. It cracks me up that she gets home 45 minutes after school lets out, when she could walk home in 10 or 15 minutes.
Lazy like her momma, is what she is.
So we got together a list of the school supplies she needed, and we ran to Target. We got the last 4 3-ring binders in the entire store. It absolutely ticks me off that we have to wait until after the first day of school to buy school supplies. I know the reasoning, that not every kid in 9th grade takes the same classes, so they can’t provide a single list for all 9th graders, but for the love of god, why can’t the teachers from individual classes email lists to the students they’ll have?
On second thought, that sounds like an awful lot of work for the teachers, doesn’t it? Nevermind. Hey, when she’s a Junior, she’ll be able to drive and buy her own school supplies!
(The child will be old enough for a learner’s permit in 2 1/2 months. ::shriek!::)
She’s taking Spanish this year, which is cool. She’s been interested in other languages for as long as I can remember, so maybe this class will feed that interest. Hey, maybe she’ll become a translator in the military, and if we ever go to war with Spain, she’ll be right in the thick of it!
I think it’s more likely that she’ll learn to insult me in Spanish and I won’t know what she’s saying. Damn teenagers.
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I bought an Olivia Newton-John “Best of” cd while I was in Maine (hey, $4. You’d buy it too, don’t deny it!)(shaddup), and now the song “Country Girl” (not to be confused with John Denver’s “Thank God I’m a Country Boy”) is bouncing through my head.
… a country girl, you know I’ll always stayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy….
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Damn I love to take pictures of the clouds from the plane. Isn’t the sky the coolest shade of blue?
Benji, demonstrating the meaning of the words “baleful look.”
I’m fairly certain that this damn seagull is the one who ran up and grabbed part of Brian’s sandwich out of his hand at the beach. Bastard.]]>