My pal Bob comes over and he is having back muscle spasms. bad. he can hardly walk, but denial works wonders. So, we sit and have coffee while I pay the telephone bill using that god awful voice recognition system AT&T uses. I didn't quite hear that..did you mean..... So while I'm speaking slower than a herd of speeding turtles, trying to give my account number to this stupid system, Bob decides this would be a great time to let me hear his golden voice. yes, he starts to sing, which, is loud enought to actually interfear with the stupid AT&T voice system. Realizing I'm getting no place in a hurry, I hang up. So I start to pay my bills the old fashion way, write them out. Now I realize I have to 1. order more checks 2. get postage stamps. remember, this is only Monday.
I also look and discover Scooter the kat has stuck me so many times this last month, I'm out of bandaids. great. here I go to Walgreens and buy the Godzilla size bandaids.
Calgon, take me away...or get me so drunk I don't give a ....
