It's a new day

Lookee here, it’s five-thirty in the morning. That means it’s time to get up and seize the day; carpe deim, baby, that’s my motto!

I’m not really a morning person, I just fake it to annoy everyone else. It makes them crazy and there is nothing like waking up to Dad belting out a cheerful ‘My Sharona’ to get the day off to a positive start. Then again, by the time I get to, Ooh you make my motor run, my motor run, the fun is over and we’re scrounging in the laundry room for clean drawers.

Kids to school (four and three, respectively) and J (I needed her truck) to work in Albany. Back to two schools (lunch money and bookbag). Then it’s off to the ‘hood to change locks and look for my boss. I never did catch up to the little weasel, so I came home. To a grouchy mom and a busticated refrigerator.

Yank out fridge, start to wish I hadn’t yanked out fridge and start cleaning. Ignore web client (you know who you are and I already confessed) on phone, mess with gasket and put fridge back. Start Googling GE parts.

Then ten minutes of some crazy bitch Nancy Grace on TV.

Now it’s off for the little guys at school (two of both) and my nephew to the sports medicine guy for the possibly blown-out knee that might be really bad. Then J at work (it is her truck, you know) and feeding time.

There was also some ugly talk about an iPod and an Apple store. I think they said, the word: mall. I sure hope they have a parenthesis store; I’ve used all mine up and could use a few dozen.

How was your day?