Dawn's Digression.
Thursday, February 13, 2003
Just Some Stuff...
I am so beat down, ya'll. Still no reason. I keep getting up and stretching. Thinking maybe if I can just get my blood pumping, I'll feel better. *yawn* Nope. I'm terribly lethargic.
I watched the news this morning, and they were showing how people are out buying plastic sheets and duct tape to seal off their home in case of a terrorist attack. It freaked me out. I haven't been paying much heed to the warning for that very reason. You know how I get all worked up about stuff. I'm wondering if I shouldn't be paying for attention and be getting myself prepared for a possible tragedy. If something does happen, I am certainly unprepared. I have 2 mice, 2 fish, 2 cats, and a dog I have to get to safety. I dunno where I'd go or how the hell I'd get all that out of the house in a hurry. I think I should not think about this anymore.
Did I tell you the dentist found all kinds of work to be done in my mouth? He says I need 4 fillings and 4 crowns. But for now "We'll just concentrate on the fillings and two crowns". Um, yeaaaaah. Please. I just got the money to pay for the last crown. Has he gone bonkers? I think he has. The receptionist tried to schedule an appointment for me to come back and at least get my fillings, but I told her I wasn't interested in making an appointment right now. I'm sick of the dentist and his drill. And I'd also like to pay off something, if Barney and the dentist don't mind.
Does it take you awhile to write in cards? It does me. Muffin's Valentine's Day cards have been sitting on my desk for awhile now, and I can't think of a damn thing to write in them. I better get myself in some kind of writing mood before I leave here. I finished her crossword puzzle yesterday, but I need to finish the packaging and etcetera. I feel incredibly confident that Muffin will NOT be reading the blog before tomorrow afternoon, so I'll go ahead and tell you what I've got planned. It's not that big of a deal. I am taking her to see Cirque Du Soleil. I got REALLY great seats. Third row. The only problem is that the show is at 5pm. So I called her a couple of weeks ago and asked her to get off of work at 3pm. Of course, she thinks something is really up. I think she has this whole scenario cooked up in her mind. Like I'm decorating the house and lighting candles and wrapping myself in cellophane or something. Yeah. That's not happening. I hope that she is not expecting more than it is, cuz it ain't that much. She keeps asking me questions about what it is, where we're going, etc. So~ I decided I'll give her a hint. Tomorrow morning when I take her flowers to work I will also be taking a crossword puzzle. One of the answers will be Cirque Du Soleil. Six of the letters of Cirque Du Soleil will be filled in. Then, when that frustrates her (it will), Shelley will give her the word scramble I made. If she can't get it from that, I suppose she'll just have to wait to see where we are going.
I watched the news this morning, and they were showing how people are out buying plastic sheets and duct tape to seal off their home in case of a terrorist attack. It freaked me out. I haven't been paying much heed to the warning for that very reason. You know how I get all worked up about stuff. I'm wondering if I shouldn't be paying for attention and be getting myself prepared for a possible tragedy. If something does happen, I am certainly unprepared. I have 2 mice, 2 fish, 2 cats, and a dog I have to get to safety. I dunno where I'd go or how the hell I'd get all that out of the house in a hurry. I think I should not think about this anymore.
Did I tell you the dentist found all kinds of work to be done in my mouth? He says I need 4 fillings and 4 crowns. But for now "We'll just concentrate on the fillings and two crowns". Um, yeaaaaah. Please. I just got the money to pay for the last crown. Has he gone bonkers? I think he has. The receptionist tried to schedule an appointment for me to come back and at least get my fillings, but I told her I wasn't interested in making an appointment right now. I'm sick of the dentist and his drill. And I'd also like to pay off something, if Barney and the dentist don't mind.
Does it take you awhile to write in cards? It does me. Muffin's Valentine's Day cards have been sitting on my desk for awhile now, and I can't think of a damn thing to write in them. I better get myself in some kind of writing mood before I leave here. I finished her crossword puzzle yesterday, but I need to finish the packaging and etcetera. I feel incredibly confident that Muffin will NOT be reading the blog before tomorrow afternoon, so I'll go ahead and tell you what I've got planned. It's not that big of a deal. I am taking her to see Cirque Du Soleil. I got REALLY great seats. Third row. The only problem is that the show is at 5pm. So I called her a couple of weeks ago and asked her to get off of work at 3pm. Of course, she thinks something is really up. I think she has this whole scenario cooked up in her mind. Like I'm decorating the house and lighting candles and wrapping myself in cellophane or something. Yeah. That's not happening. I hope that she is not expecting more than it is, cuz it ain't that much. She keeps asking me questions about what it is, where we're going, etc. So~ I decided I'll give her a hint. Tomorrow morning when I take her flowers to work I will also be taking a crossword puzzle. One of the answers will be Cirque Du Soleil. Six of the letters of Cirque Du Soleil will be filled in. Then, when that frustrates her (it will), Shelley will give her the word scramble I made. If she can't get it from that, I suppose she'll just have to wait to see where we are going.
Dawn, 1:26 PM
