One of Those Weeks

Oh, Lordy. It's been one of those weeks. I am super busy at work, so I don't have time to write a real blog entry. Here is a nice, succinct, bullet-pointed list of crap that's been going on the last several days:

- I ran over an "Off" Citronella candle with my car while backing out of the driveway yesterday. I dragged the stupid thing for over two blocks, all the while thinking "What is that sound?"

- My sister-in-law has a staph infection. She came over to hang out for a bit this weekend. What did I do? I touched her wound. You know, the one infested with staph infection. Then I touched my eyes and licked my finger. (I'm kidding, people. But I did touch her owie. And then licked my finger.)

- I didn't feel like making anything for supper the other night, so you know what I served my husband? Beer. We literally had two beers each for supper. Ain't I a class act?

- I found more boxelder bugs in my house. Not many - like 5 or so. But it bothers me! I think they're in my walls! It's making me feel a bit panicked - I have an urge to go rip off a chunk of siding to see if they're in there! Yuck.

- Safety people drive me nuts. I know they are doing their job, and I know that their jobs are important. However, I don't think I need to do a "dry run" of the "evacuation process in case of a tornado" 15 times. In one day. Because the leader of the safety committee thought that we should be able to do it faster. Allllrighty. So we, the women of the office, spent a cumulative hour or so in the nasty women's locker room on the first floor. And now the safety lady is on a rampage throughout the office, looking for "fire hazards" (i.e. family pictures on your desk). Good Lord.

- I've emailed my husband like 5 times in the last two days to ask him nicely not to murder me. I've heard a lot of stories lately about these husbands that just snap and start killing folks. Just this week there was one in Florida, one in Georgia, and one in Illinois, I think. Yuck. It's almost becoming common for the husband to off his wife and kids. WTF? So I keep reminding my husband not to kill me. Because I would be super pissed off.

- And finally, I think I like the show Dexter, but sometimes it annoys me. Interesting, huh?

Well, that's the best I can do for you today. Sorry. I know it's lame. After this horrible week is over, maybe I'll have something worthwhile to blog about. Unless I die from exhaustion and stress-related psychosis. I'd sure have something interesting to blog about then, but I'd be dead, and I don't know if they have blogspot.com in heaven.

(Yeah, haha to all the upcoming jokes about me going to heaven.)