Grrr.
My cell phone is out to get me

Twice now, in the middle of a phone call to someone about potential
jobs, the cell phone goes from full charge to dead battery in under 30
seconds.

Which then causes it to shut off and ends the phone call.

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Edit to add:

Now that is what really sucks
Not only do I not have a landline, when the phone is plugged in it is
charging —- except if you are actually using it, then it stops
charging and the battery still goes dead!

My sex toys are here!

Thank goodness the lady in the office wasn’t too nosey about the giant-ass box that I had to pick up from her.

I am in lust.
With a purse.
How strange.

I suddenly feel less guilty about quitting my job – must be the jump in
gas prices to 2.55 a gallon. As I was driving 35 miles each direction,
I would have been spending nearly $9 a day on gas to drive to a crappy
job.

On my way to work out I read a sign that said: “SWEET CONR”

Shaun of the Dead = good movie. Surprisingly dark and gory for a comedy
but truly probably the best zombie movie I’ve ever seen. Not, I
suppose, that is really saying much, given the general low B quality of
even the most spendy zombie movies, but still.

Also watched Tremors 4 — which was up to the usual amusingly low standards of a Tremors movie.

I do like the Graboids and all their ilk just in general. They’re good monsters.

Also went for a speedy 10 mile bike ride with the boy — at the five
mile point we stopped (I was dying) and some nice people gave me a
bottle of water. I must admit I was kind of jealous of the nice people.
They were biking as a family outing. I would say it was probably a
granpappy and a granma and at least three of their adult kids (possibly
more – they were a large a diverse group) as well as what appeared to
be an uncle of some sort and three kids about the age of ten or so.
Makes me wish I could motive my family to do something together -
besides eat. Well, I suppose they play cards…
but we eat while we do that too. You know…something outdoorsy and
good for them. I also must admit to be horrified at being pooped after
only 5 miles. We were, however, booking it, around 18 or so mph
depending on hills and such, which was a bit more than I normally
prefer to ride. I like 14 or so – and jumping 4 miles up is a bit
much…

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This tickled my funny bone.

This is really addictive. I stole it from her.

I’m making those this morning instead of going for a bike ride. I
really wanted to go for a ride this morning…but those 3 or so hours
of pulling weeds…

well, when I got up this morning, my hamstrings said “OOOOOWWWWWW”
and I decided putting them through another 10 miles on the bike would be cruel and unusual punishment…
I may like pain (a lot) but I prefer to be able to walk, sit, cross my legs, etc without wanting to cry.

Also
a shit ton = approximately 50 to 75lbs of weeds.
I filled a child’s wagon four times I believe. Now granted, there was a lot of dirt included but still
dirt is heavy
and dirty
my hands look like ass now.

Today’s gain = $75 for pulling a shit ton of weeds.

Also, I suppose I shall simply be throwing away my undies…I do like
the idea of decorating a Christmas tree with them – but I don’t know if
I’m doing a Christmas tree at all this year – and the thought of a
pillow o’ panties is just too odd….

To burn time, look here.

Specifically, I like this one.

Official Undies Count – 186 pair.

Number I’ve managed to downsize – 81 pair.

Leaving me with 105 pair of undies.

Now what the hell do I do with the other 81 pair?

All right.

How many undies is too many?

I just washed all my laundry – first time since March I think that all
my clothes have been clean at the same time. And my undies fill up and
overflow an oversized laundry basket.

Is there some sort of round number to aim for? 100? 50?
Guess I can toss all the questionable ones, all the “that time of the month” undies, or anything that looks worn …
Hate to toss good quality panties though. And you can’t really donate those.