January 13th, 2007

Ugh.  Walk the dogs.  Clean garage.  Hang wall clocks.  Clean the bathrooms.  Wash the cars (in 50 degree temperatures before intense wind chill).  And this is before noon.

Then, my mom, who had knee replacement surgery back in November, has a scare that she may have reinjured it.  This is of course, bad, and on top of that, it forces me to abandon Katie in the middle of conversation, while she was taking a bathroom break.

As the scare settles when we find out everything is okay, I try to talk to Karen, and I can't talk for more than 5 minutes without a "brb" on my part.

There is a rush to get the delicate plants covered in our large yard before they get covered in frost and it kills them.

Oh, and then the aforementioned wall clocks don't work properly, so I get to go stand in line at Tuesday Morning and argue with people to replace them.

And to top it all off, I got the chance to listen to Condelleza Rice try to explain how Bush's brilliant plant to send 21,000 troops to Iraq isn't escalation, but augmentation.  No, Ms Rice.  My very hot neighbor's boob job is an augmentation.  Send more troops into the most hostile zone on the planet is the very definition of escalation.  Dumb bitch.