Squibs

When I was in Culinary school I had a very demanding International Cuisine class. After eight hours of class we all had to help clean the kitchen for the next day. After we cleaned we had to pick up "squibs". Squibs are the little pieces of rag mop left behind, or little bits that the broom didn't quite get. I feel like one of those today.

Vlad has been getting really worried about how tired he is always feeling. He decided to start an regular exercise program. I told him I would help him out. He wanted to go bike riding this morning at 6:00. We went 6.5 miles which was excellent for him. I had to hurry back because I had an appointment with the window tinting guy at 8:00. He was coming out to my house which I thought was very convenient.

At 8:45 I called the window tint guy. He's still not here at 5:47. I have called him twice and he still insists he's coming today.

In the meantime my mom and her girlfriend decided to go on a road trip for several days. She wanted me to hurry up and come over so she could give me the house and mailbox keys. She just assumed I was going to watch her new kitten. She was talking to me like I was a kindergartner. She's going to be gone for three days and she thinks I'll have to scoop the litter box once. WTF! Scoop your own fucking box bitch. I have three cats so I can see the need for scooping a lot. Plus she wants me to check her mail. I fucking know she is going to call me every fucking night to read her mail to her. AGHHHH!

Also in the meantime, my neighbor Kelly is suffering from MS. His yard is a fucking wreck. Vlad volunteered to clean it up for him and I agreed to help. We were going to go swimming in his/Tess's pool afterwards. Well we started at 12:30. It took four hours to clean Kelly's yard. I smell like dog shit, my back hurts, and I'm hot. It's like 112 degrees here. Well Tess calls and is coming home from work early. Hence no swimmy for Nina. It didn't really bother me that much, but it did a little. I don't even think Vlad told Tess I was there helping. I felt like a lowly squib. Something you would sweep under a rug.

So I feel good that I did for others today, but I want to stab my eyes out now. Oh and get my fucking windows tinted!

GRRRRRRRRR!