We've finally decided how we're going to work things when Sweety has his neck surgery. It's going to be on a Tuesday (which is when the boys are here) and Sweety was going to ask the ExWife if she would keep the boys on Tuesday and Wednesday since he'd be in the hospital. I'd planned on pacing the waiting room while Sweety was getting whacked on and then camping out in his hospital room that night but Sweety would rather that I keep the boys because he thinks that I'll do a better job of keeping the boys from freaking out about the fact that he's in the hospital than their mother would. The plan is that I'll tote him to the hospital for the surgery and it should be finished by the time the boys get out of school. Then I'll take them out to eat and tell them what happened and then we'll visit Sweety. Or, worse case scenario, something goes horribly awry during the surgery and I'll throw the boys out at their mom's house and then call them with the bad news.
The boys had a baseball game this Saturday and Tiny Dog went with us to the field. She had a large time. The EW was there with her two other kids (ages 5-ish and 2-ish) and they really got a kick out of seeing the dog that LittleBrother and BigBrother talk about. I sat with them so they could pet her. I feel pretty sorry for the boys' little brother because he's not allowed to do anything that will agitate his little sister. The kid couldn't so much as blink without the little sister screaming and then the EW would give him a speech about how he couldn't do whatever it was because it would make the baby cry because she wanted to do it too. Little sister seemed to be a bit spoiled rotten.
In no particular order, I'd like to give a shout out to a few folks...
To the fucking asshole that took my keyboard away from my computer at work and put a broken one in its place:I had some pretty interesting calls today. One little old lady made me cry. She said something about being 83 years old and that her son didn't want her to buy a lake house because he thought she was too old for it. Then she mentioned her "own James Bond dying in 1997" and told me all about her husband who had died in 1997 and about how much she still missed him. They'd been married for 53 years when he died.
Thanks! I really appreciated - Getting to work - Noticing that my keyboard was unplugged - Spending 15 minutes maneuvering the plug-in back into place in the back of the computer by contorting my body into totally unnatural angles and then finding that the keyboard was busted. Next time, just leave a note that says something along the lines of Ha-ha! You aren't here so I decided to trade my broke shit for yours! It would have saved me some aggravation.
To the customer who whistled into the phone to let me know that he didn't agree with something I'd said:
My right eardrum is leaking now, thanks to you.
To the litterbug motherfucker who threw his cigar butt out his window and onto my windshield on the interstate:
That was just what I needed to make my ride home more enjoyable. Thanks a million!
To Sweety (that I love so very much) who had me drive through McDonald's for him on my way home from work:
Dude, don't you know that was like sending a recovering alcoholic on a beer run? I didn't eat any of it but I don't know if the drool stains will come off of the steering wheel.
Oh goody! I just got an email telling me that I've won an eBay auction! It was for a Jeffery Deaver book - Twisted. It's a collection of short stories and every one of them has an ending that's like a kick in the pants. More Twisted is the second collection and it's good too. I'm waiting for an auction to end on that one also so I can add it to my pile.
I better go to bed before the dogs realize that they're in the room alone with Sweety and start losing their marbles.