Cathy in the Wright

This Day Has Excedrin Written All Over It

If you would please click the mouse a little more softly, I'd take it kindly.

Whoooh. Long day.

The Governor is clinging to the remnants of a cold and combined with his usual personality, he's Damien to the Nth degree. Until he has an audience. Then the little gremlin turns on the charm and when I protest that this isn't the norm, folks look at me like I should be riding the short bus to my day job stuffing envelopes. Obviously, closed-circuit cameras and display monitors with play-back are right around the corner.

I do have a witness. The Senator is apparently tiring of the Satan act as well. The other night I was teasing him about how we picked him out at the hospital from the rows and rows of babies for sale.

Really?

No dear. I was joking. You know you don't go buy babies at a store, right?

Oh. Cause if you did, we could return The Governor!

It was difficult not to indulge in a brief daydream at that point.

My brother-in-law's wife, The Dane, leaves tomorrow. Too short a visit by far, but when I heard how she had to arrange her class schedule just to get out here for a couple of days, I quit complaining. Apparently, her district is out of money to hire substitute teachers, so other teachers and staff members have to fill in and cover for her. She does the same for them. She's got the guidance counselor teaching 6th grade English and the maintenance guy covering the sophmore humanities classes. Or something like that.

Imagine getting your boss to cover your job for a couple of days? Would you get promoted or get fired?

Time to hit the Nyquil and get to bed. My boys are nothing if not generous with all things viral.

Posted by Cathy at May 3, 2004 09:59 PM