Thursday, March 17, 2011
May The Luck O' The Irish Shine On Ya Today
I'm Irish. This day IS all about me!!! So there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Whiskey In The Jar has been remade a million times, but I still like to listen to the tad crazier closer to original versions myself. Hey, I could have tortured you all with bagpipe music, which I adore but many people think of as nails on a chalkboard, so get over it!!!
Happened upon Mister Wonderfuls facebook page a couple of days ago. He is chatting it up with a twenty something year old blond hispanic gal in California. He just can't get enough of us California girls, I guess. Hahaha. Tramp.
Him, not her.
Since it's spring break and Papoose #2 is off of school but hasn't gotten to do anything fun because I've had to work all week, I invited she and MW to come into town for lunch yesterday. He was his usual charming self, doing nothing but going back and forth between bitching and sitting there sullenly. Such a prince. Then something happened that used to happen a lot when we used to go out places together more often. I was out of iced tea, nothing but ice in there, and the waitress comes by and says "more tea?" to which I answer "yes, please" as she proceeds to pick up his still half full glass and fill it up, then walk away, leaving my empty tea glass sitting there, still empty. I put my fork down, look at her as she's walking away, look at my glass, look at his glass, look at him....he's laughing so hard no sound is coming out. Sheesh. So about 20 minutes later, she comes back by, finally, and I'm pointing to my glass. She finally fills it and looks over at his. I'm like, "if you try reaaaaaaaaaally hard, you may be able to fit some more in there for him" *smiling* she walks away. MW pipes in "I'd sure like to fill her up" um, Papoose #2 is sitting right there, superdad!!! Oy. I look at him and say "yes, that is probably just about what you need, a young impressionable maleable gal that barely speaks english, maybe you can get away with all your bs with one like that". To which he responds "Hell no, I'm not starting over again, I may as well put up with you, starting over is too much of a pain in the ass. They all expect you to actually be SWEET to them, f*ck THAT!!!"
Boy do you have a surprise coming soon, buddy boy. Cuz this dogs been kicked one too many times.
Satan dog went home yesterday. The angels sing.
LabPup is so dang smart in some ways, and in other ways he is just not the brightest crayon in the box. I've taught him complicated tricks and jobs and things to help me out with chores etc. He can do dang near anything I ask him to. Spent time last night trying to teach him to shake hands/paws. Umm, absolutely nothing, not even the beginning glimmer of understanding. I've never run into a dog I couldn't teach this simple trick to within 5-10 minutes. Bizarre.
Not scheduled to work Job #2 today, but I'm thinking of going in for awhile after I get off Job #1 because it will probably be a pretty fun atmosphere today, it being St. Patrick's Day, and all.
Kiss a leprechaun, drink some green beer, find a surrogate blarney stone, do whatever tickles your clover and have a fabulous ST. PATTY'S DAY all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!