Ruined

What's the best way to cap off a day? When you've been very productive in cleaning the apartment, went in late to work due to snow, left work early due to meeting the claims adjustor, had to deal with the fact that one estimate says $1200 worth of damage while the other says $557 (although oddly enough, I agree with the lower one - there's *nothing* wrong with the bumper), did class and research on the next topic for class presentation, and cleaned out drawers which resulted in much garbage? What's a nice capper?

Right at the point you're going to bed, the dog jumps on the bed (as is his usual bedtime routine), makes a nest in the comforter while I'm getting dressed for bed (as is his routine, which is usually followed by my routine of playfully upending him), then crouches and pees on the comforter.

I kid you not. The dog frickin' peed on my comforter. I was so pissed off. Luckily for me, the darn thing is extremely absorbant, so it soaked everything up and nothing got on the mattress, but damn if I'm still not pissed.

Which leads to a word of warning: if you have to get up early to take the peed on comforter down to be washed, it's not a good idea to then use the washing time to shave your legs. *cringes* With a new razor at that. Ouch.

On the bright side, my hair is now a much better color. No more orange. Now we're back to Intense Red.

Brave, brave fools

I was reading the local paper at lunch, and one sports guy was doing his own joking commentary about one of NASCAR's new rules (there's a new rule about signaling for penalties? didn't know about that one, if it is real). In the joking commentary (which I could tell was meant to be funny but fell flat on all fronts), there as reference to one "signal" of slashing the hand across the throat. This is supposed to be a signal to the drivers whose names are not Earnhardt that they're to play as a team because this race needs good ratings.

Yeah. That joke fell flat. Flatter than me in a sports bra.

It was even better when he followed it up with the statement that Sunday's race was fixed, insinuating that Junior couldn't have won it without "help".

I know, for the most part, he meant it all as a joke. Unfortunately none of it was funny, not the least of which was the Junior joke. Dude. NASCAR's a religion around here, just like the Yankees are a religion or the Giants are a religion.

So I wrote a letter to the editor. *g* I didn't pick on the fact that he's delusional. I just pointed out that the joke fell flat, especially considering his audience. This is Junior country. You don't pick on Junior in Junior country. And I was magnanimous, because I recognize that such a thing could be said about any of a number of drivers. I mentioned that saying it about Gordon or the Royal Asshat would also be stupid. See? I can be nice. Seriously though, when there was talk that Newman was cheating because of the fuel mileage thing, I pointed out to a relative that he has a frickin' degree in engineering. If the *driver* is an engineer, maybe they're just damn good.

Anyway, I made sure to be lighthearted and not mean. Because really, the guy just missed the funny.