I could write yet ANOTHER post about how tired I am or how much I love coffee, but it has been done to death and back.

Aside from the baby keeping me awake though, there's not much else going on.
Oh, and yes, he DID torture me again last night with his crying and whining.
And yes, I realize that he isn't yet 6 months old, but I KNOW he's doing this on purpose. Some sort of baby vengeance.

This morning, after I woke up at 5 am, I thought "perhaps he's cutting a tooth..." but I rubbed my finger on his gums and didn't feel anything imminent.

Surely, there must be some reason for his sudden assiness. I wish he could just tell me what was the matter. Until then....


--- In Other News ---

My brother in law just popped over, oh how I hate the pop in!
I was wearing a bathrobe and had my hair up in a towel.
Usually anyone knocking on our door is either selling something we don't want, trying to make us Jehovah's Witnesses or attempting to collect on a debt and/or cut off our power/water/cable etc.
What I'm saying is, I pay no mind to my attire when unexpected visitors knock. Ask the UPS guy, he'll tell you what a foxy towel-headed lady I am. Ha ha. Who doesn't love grey sweatpants?

But this time, it was my brother in law. I opened the door and he just laughed.
"What? You don't like my outfit?" I said.

He just laughed.
Turns out he needed to get a washing machine hose that my husband had. Bob has one of everything, I swear. You name it, he's got one. It's really quite incredible the amount of crap the man has collected in the past five years on a very limited budget.

I should test his junk-ability and ask him for some crazy thingamajig...I bet he'd have one or at the very least, know someone who could give him one.

You lurking readers can help me with this task.

Post here and now with something that makes you think "there's surely no way he'd have that", but is still plausible enough that someone COULD have it at their house. No posting "nuclear reactor" or "Osama Bin Laden" I'm 100% sure we have neither.

You post, I'll ask. Let's see how deep the junk pile goes!

This is crap!

I've got a job working at the "Megalomart" in the automotive department. First let me say, it is not MY fault that the mechanics took three hours to change your oil. And weren't you tipped off that it was going to be a loooooong wait when you parked your car 10th in line for the service? Hmmmm? If not, you're an idiot.
Secondly, let me say that as the stupid temperatures start to dip lower and lower, yes we are going to run out of antifreeze and seeing as how I am on the absolute bottom rung in this department, no I don't know WHEN we are getting any more. PS there are other stores in this town!!
I actually had a guy ask me if we carried some crazy XYZ part for his specific car. I said, no sorry we don't carry those. And THIS DOUCHE says "Well, your competition will be very happy to hear that."
Uh, OK. Whatever, have a nice day.
Lame-o.

Also, to you lazy ass bitches who bring over a full friggin cart of groceries for ME to check out at my tiny little counter with no rotating bag dispenser, just bags hanging off a hook on the counter AND no belt and no slide by booper, just a hand booper...you fucking suck! Don't you notice the line of angry tire and lube customers cussing ME out now under their breath because I didn't (and can't) tell you to get bent.
I don't mind if you come over and pay for your oil change/tire rotation and a couple things you browsed for while waiting the 15 hours that took, but seriously, a whole cart full of groceries??? Do you hate me? And no, we can't check out weighable produce. I'm going to have to confiscate those apples. <= This has actually happened.

Luckily I got my schedule changed so I don't have to hang around there ALONE during the weeknights I work until 10 or midnight. I now only work until 8 pm. Which is much better. I can almost get home and catch the end of Heroes and House. My two favorite shows which I will now miss indefinitely. And no, I don't have TIVO and I've long since forgotten how a VCR works. Gah!

Today I work from 11 am until 8 pm. Blech. Eight hours on my fat preggo feet getting yelled at by shmucks who are too lazy? too cheap? too stupid? to go to Jiffy Lube where the same crap is cheaper and faster. Dumb.
At least they play movies in the lounge.
Yesterday it was Surfs Up, again. Before that it was Fantastic Four: Something about the Silver Surfer but mostly about Jessica Alba's breasts. I was unimpressed, being as I am not a lesbian.

But most disturbing of all is that I actually have to work on Halloween night, meaning I will miss Trick or Treating with my babies. Yes, I only have to work until 8 pm, so I guess I could meet up with Bob and the kiddos somewhere in town, but still!!
This is crap!