The coffee has been done for like half an hour. All I need to do is get my ass up and pour some in a cup then I can come back to the computer. But, I’m still sitting here screwin’ around on MySpace.

It’s evil I tell ya.

Pure evil.

For almost 2 months now work has been utterly dead here. I start a new job today, got the hiring call yesterday. Accounts Payable, easy stuff.

But why is it that as soon as I get hired somewhere else the web development work starts flowing?

You’ve prolly had it happen to you. You’re standing in the cereal aisle trying to decide what type of fiber bran will give you the best return for your money (if yaknow what I mean) when suddenly a three foot kid whizzes by you like a bat out of hell on their new-fangled roller shoes. You know the ones..the shoes with roller wheels inside. Basically glorified roller-skates…just in shoe form. Roller Shoes.

I. FUCKING. HATE. ROLLER. SHOES.

Seriously, what moron woke up one morning and thought-

“Gee-wiz, what can I invent today that will make small children even more annoying, dangerous, and hard to catch than they already are?”

I hope that person suffocates under all the money they’ve made off this bullshit. I think there should be mandatory driving roller-ing (?) tests for all kids before they are allowed to shove their little piggies into those damn things.

We need regulations people.

And don’t get me started on the insane parents that are actually buying these. I see them in the store aimlessly wandering about, fifteen minutes after their offspring flies by. They realize I’ve been victimized and give me a pathetic “I’m really really sorry…now please kill me.” look because their little Sammy ran over my foot while screaming like a banshee hopped up on a three day coke bender tearing around the stores like it’s a bloody fucking Icecapades show (now there’s a visual for ya).

They realize they’ve created a beast beyond their control. I have no pity for them…buying those are nothing but self-inflicted punishment. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to suit up in my protective body armor for a trip to the store — I’m outta fiber bran.

So operation “Plan a Formal Wedding and Reception in Thirty Days” has been going along semi-smoothly. This has been a great learning experience for me and The Hotness to say the least. If for some reason the two of us ever lose our damn minds and take the matrimonial plunge we now know what NOT to do in a wedding*chuckle*

I have found that I do posses quite a knack for this wedded bliss planning shit though. I guess my anal retentiveness is finally paying off (even if I’m not actually getting paid to be anal). The Hotness thinks I should become a wedding planner…I think he should be put on medication. Thus far it’s a draw.

Lucky for me it’ll be over just as fast as it began and we can try to survey the damage and move on. I haven’t done squat around any of my sites but I’m slowly getting back on track and hope to start visiting y’all again (I miss my daily bloggin’ a lot).

I hope everyone has a great Monday!

As much as it pains me I must send in my stupid taxes today. I hope your tax day is going to be better

In other news:

I’ve been MIA again because The Hotness’s daughter Missy is getting married in 3 weeks and we have to pull a wedding together by then (no small feat).

It couldn’t get any more fun right?