From the announcement e-mail that went out telling 157 people that there is a new issue of the Main Dump ready to read:
So I’ll see you all next year, when I float around town completely covered with
roses, tree bark and mustard seeds, sponsored by the Kodak company.
(I’ve always wondered, would “dirt” actually qualify as a legal Rose
Parade Float material? It’s all natural, right? But nobody uses it.)
I am so done with 2002. Enough is enough is enough. I’m ready to plunge headlong into 2003. I’ve got the maple syrup, I’ve got the waffles, I’m ready for anything.
No plans for the evening. I could do some first night activities here in town, but I don’t know if I’d get my money’s worth out of the badges, and things are very tight. I’d rather take The Boy to the movies. Hell, maybe we’ll do that. He’s unaware that it’s New Year’s Eve. Actually, I’m not sure he completely grasps the concept of years, other than that he knows he’s about to turn 5 years old.
Did I write that correctly? Well sue me, at least I tried. The last Monday of 2002, and I woke up feeling very yucky. I’m going to ignore it and soldier on. But please please please tell me this isn’t the start of a cold or flu. That will make me sad. Very very sad.
To top it off, looks like we’re in for more weather tonight. Could be an ice storm or 4-6 inches of snow. You know, the lesser of two evils. If I’m in full cold mode by morning I will NOT want to mess with snow and ice, I can tell you that right now.
So I’m off to order The Boy’s birthday cake. He wants one with Arthur on it. I’m going to Joyce’s because I love their cakes. Mmmmmmmmmm. Cake.
Did I forget to mention here that the other day I decided I have maybe outgrown frosting? I’d been looking forward to having sugar cookies with this green Christmas frosting on it. So I made the cookies, put the frosting on three of them…and couldn’t eat it. Gah, how much sugar can one human ingest? Was it me, or was it the cookie-frosting combo? So sad was I. So I built it up in my mind for weeks only to not eat more than half a green-frosted cookie.
Aaaah, a normal Saturday. I wonder if it’s busy out there in the Real World? I wouldn’t know, I haven’t bothered to leave the house. Not that I wouldn’t, I have no problem venturing out. But I haven’t had the need. I have food. I have drink. I don’t have any presents to buy. Ahhhhhhhhh.
But please, someone needs to tell me where the Spanish cartridge for Kasey the Kinderbot ended up. I don’t think I opened it, so it will be in a box, about 5 x 8 or so. And yes, I’ve looked in all the normal places. I just don’t know that it actually came home from my mom’s house with us. She says she doesn’t have it. I really don’t want to have to pay to replace it, seeing as it CAME with Kasey. I find this stuff VERY frustrating, because it makes it look like I’m a slob or careless, and that just isn’t the case. And yes, I have already dug through the trash. Twice.
