...is cut the damned grass. why has that become such a Major Clusterfuck?? i mean, what's the lesson here? is it patience? frustration? what? i don't get it.

so, this morning i try to start the new(er) mower. do you think the fuckah would start for me? oh, hell no. that would be too easy.

keep in mind it's hotter than the Brass Balls of Beelzebub, and before i'm even two steps out the door i'm sweating like a whore in church. i purchased some gas, filled it up, and it didn't care. it just wouldn't catch.

i left it for about a half-hour, then went back for more. the sweat had dried by then, you see, and i'm a glutton for punishment.

by the time i made a total jackass out of myself for the neighbors to see ("Look! She's at it again. Honey, LOOK. SHE BROKE THE NEW MOWER TOO!") i gave it up as a lost cause, and retreated to the house to cry hot tears in spectacular girlie fashion.

if it has wheels or testicles, you will have problems with it. amen, amen.

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as if that wasn't enough, i then decided to tackle the Mystery of FTP, and two programs, four lost files and one tutorial later (that did nothing for me) it was time to get ready for work and i conclude that i need to find a word for "beyond frustrated". a few creative combinations of swear words eases a bit of the GAH, but the Big Bitch is eating this shit up like it was peanut M&M's.

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hidey-ho, off to work. i'm sitting in the car and i feel like bawling again. WTF already, geez! like i'm having a period, and i don't get those anymore. it's not menopause, either -- that's ten years gone, due to surgery.

oh, well.

and of course, is there laundry to do? MUCHO. and you know why? because of the rollover. and you know what else? that KaKa is rollin' over again.

E N O U G H.

they'll get it. eventually.

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i heard Miss S. talking to a guest. she said, i was giving my mother the rundown of the cast of characters that work here. i told her i have a spitfire redhead. my mom says, oh, is she that bad? and i said, oh yeah, she's that bad.

you haven't seen bad yet, sister. but you're gonna.

oh, you're gonna.

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if i'm going out, i'm going out with a bang, baby. count on it.

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my trip to see Muffin and Mama and MackDaddy and the Withered One has been postponed for a week due to Circumstances Beyond My Control. this could actually work out better, and that's all i'm saying.

it will be that much sweeter for the wait.

(GC, get the cam. i mean it.)

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so, the nice review of "Learning The Hard Way" was balm to a blistered heart. two years i waited for that to be published -- it really ignites the desire to write fiction again (it's been a long, long time, other than the odd prompt from my poor, neglected baby, TSB.) but right now, my plate is as full as it can get, and i don't know how i could squeeze another thing on it.

right now, fiction is a dessert. i need to eat all my meat, before i can have my pudding.

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if you get a chance, stop over at WordWebbing and have a look. maybe leave some love, if you have a mind. it's still in the infant stage, but i'm making slow progress.

at least it doesn't have wheels or testicles.

heh!

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