mundane

i have a feeling this post is going to be a short one, o my beloved non-existant readers, because no. 1 is attempting to argue with everything i say, or even think while i type. and he is just dying to type his name into the computer, which is all he does anymore anytime i sit down to type.

i can actually see cement in my garage now, and things seem to be getting put away in a rather speedy manner. of course, casually mentioning to my wife that no one else seemed to give a shit whether anything got unpacked or sorted out or put away has probably helped. but we still have members of our household who continue to not give a shit.

i also feel like the eyes and ears of this household. people say one thing to me, but i am just invisible enough that i get to see first hand what's really going on. i've got everyone's number in this house. on the flip side, for the most part, they seem to have no idea whether i am on the verge of an epiphany or a breakdown. maybe because i act very similar between the two.

it is possible that i am going to spend a little time attacking the tropical rainforest today, now that the weedeater is back up and running (though it is guaranteed to promptly give up the ghost when it views the state of the back yard!) i will keep a diary of the excursion, and post it here.

and now, o beloved and nebulous non-existant reader, i must leave off and get the kids off to school. o frabjous (sp?) day when they go to school full-time, yeah?

darth sardonic