Creepy picture! Damn you, Jane!
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The spud took the test for her learner’s permit today. She didn’t pass, but she doesn’t seem too brokenhearted about it. Oddly, it had never even occurred to me that she wouldn’t pass. We won’t have a chance for her to take the test again before school resumes (we leave for Maine on Monday and come back the day before school starts), so it’ll be sometime in January or February before she gets the chance to try again. Hopefully she’ll take advantage of the time to STUDY, but I’m not holding my breath.
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If you don’t read Fred’s journal on a daily basis, you should check out
yesterday’s entry – he got some absolutely awesome pictures of the cats.
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The spud got out of school early on Friday and was home around 11:30. Since I needed to drop a bunch of stuff (including the last of the Christmas cards) off at the post office, I asked the spud if she wanted to get lunch at Applebee’s. Naturally, she did (like me, she’d probably eat every meal out if she could), and so we piled our mail into the back seat of the car and headed for the post office. We were in and out of there pretty quickly and headed for Applebee’s. The parking lot didn’t look full, but when we walked in the door, there were people waiting. I walked up to the podium and looked around for someone to take our name for the wait list.
Five minutes passed, and SIX different waiters and waitresses walked up to the podium, gazed blankly past me, ignored my tentative smile, and walked away. Fuckers. When the last one, a small black man, stood at the podium and ignored me, I said to the spud “Let’s go. WE CAN BE IGNORED SOMEWHERE ELSE.” I turned on my heel and stomped out, followed by the spud.
We went to Ruby Tuesday and were immediately seated and served. And I left a 50% tip, because I am always a very generous tipper, and I think those motherfuckers at Applebee’s should just shove their attitude where the sun don’t shine. I’m declaring a boycott of Applebee’s from this point forward. I’ll haul my generous-tipping ass elsewhere, even if I DO have to drive down a very busy highway into Huntsville.
Fuckers. I just wish I hadn’t bought my parents an Applebee’s giftcard for Christmas.
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Speaking of Ruby Tuesday, that’s one restaurant that has jumped on the low-carb bandwagon
with both feet. They had a whole low-carb section of the menu as well as a small menu that sat on the table that had a list of the carbs in various menu items. They had a turkey wrap that sounded really good, but I wanted fries and so ended up getting a chicken club sandwich – which now that I think about it is stupid, since I’m sure I could have substituted fries for the pork rinds (or whatever it was) that came as a side with the low-carb stuff.
Anyway, our Ruby Tuesday dining experience was just fine, although there was a teenage boy sitting behind me who had BO that about knocked me over. Ah well. Can’t have everything, I s’pose.
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After I got home from feeding the petstore kitties yesterday I ate breakfast and began cleaning the house – the downstairs portion of it, at least – and when the spud got out of bed and toddled downstairs at the crack of noon, she blinked at me and said “Why are you cleaning?”
When it’s such a noteworthy event that my child stops and stares in wonder, it’s possible I’m just not cleaning often enough, ya think?
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So
Nance posted a picture of her desk
yesterday and made a comment about what a mess it was. Ha! Amateur!
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And that was after I’d spent twenty minutes throwing shit away and shredding papers that have been sitting on my desk waiting to be shredded for months now.
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It’s tough work, being a Bean.
Fred’s really enjoying getting right up in the cats’ faces lately.
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