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I'm being mocked by a book
Nov. 7th, 2016 07:42 amEarlier this year I ranted a smidge about being super excited for a book from PBS only to have it not be sent after all and how this was most decidedly not the first time this has happened for that particular book. I can't even tell you how many times it's happened because apparently I went through my pbs emails awhile back and trashed the non-essential ones. But! It happened again. Same book.
I swear, at this point I'm going to need PBS to just pay me every time I say that yes, yes I would like this book and then when it doesn't happen, I get my refund (I hate that you have to pay now and I swear it makes less sense than it used to, you kids get off my lawn!) and then I get paid that amount because holy hell, guys, stop book-teasing me.
On the plus side, when I logged in to see if there'd been any activity regarding the book (and noticed it was toast), Addy's Short Story Collection was on my wishlist. So we'll see if I have better luck with her.
I need to clean today because I spent yesterday snoozing. I didn't intend to sleep the day away. Infact, I remember thinking, "Hey, James was right. I did get that hour back" because everytime I looked at the time, it was earlier than it felt. Because duh, of course it was. If you work through the time change, you're very much aware of the change so... yeah. Anyway, it appears that as soon as I actually fell asleep my brain just said nope and I woke up much later than I usually do. I did not get that hour back, sir.
This morning the Widget was a complete and total arse. He was pissed because he didn't want to go to school and felt he was entitled to a day off just because. Y'know, kid, if you'd wanted a day off, you had a note for that very thing Friday. Thursday he had four root canals. Good times, right? So everyone is expecting him to be in awful pain and just not up for anything ever. Once the fun drugs wore off, he was fine. He insisted on going to school the next day and spent the weekend with a friend of his. Seriously, he only wanted today off because he stayed up too late and ate candy. I hate when I'm right about things I don't want to be right about... but the moment his mother told me ever so earnestly that she was sure he'd finally realized the error of his candy eating, not teeth brushing ways when he was told about the root canals, I knew she was full of it. Not just because this woman is an awful mother to her son (I mean, she is and I said it just to be spiteful but it's also true) but because when I'd woken him up for school last week, he still had mini piles of junk food in plain view. Lady, that kid hasn't learned jack.
Of course, this may all change when they do the next dental step...
He ran out into the early morning (so... y'know, night because it was 5am) and then came back when it was pretty damn chilly. He slammed doors, stomped feet, and when he came downstairs to leave for real, he snatched his excuse note from the table and threw my Halloween stuff around.
You, Widget, may now spend your day off tomorrow with your father and his new girlfriend. Enjoy.
And I suppose I should actually start cleaning now. But I don't wanna. *whine*
I swear, at this point I'm going to need PBS to just pay me every time I say that yes, yes I would like this book and then when it doesn't happen, I get my refund (I hate that you have to pay now and I swear it makes less sense than it used to, you kids get off my lawn!) and then I get paid that amount because holy hell, guys, stop book-teasing me.
On the plus side, when I logged in to see if there'd been any activity regarding the book (and noticed it was toast), Addy's Short Story Collection was on my wishlist. So we'll see if I have better luck with her.
I need to clean today because I spent yesterday snoozing. I didn't intend to sleep the day away. Infact, I remember thinking, "Hey, James was right. I did get that hour back" because everytime I looked at the time, it was earlier than it felt. Because duh, of course it was. If you work through the time change, you're very much aware of the change so... yeah. Anyway, it appears that as soon as I actually fell asleep my brain just said nope and I woke up much later than I usually do. I did not get that hour back, sir.
This morning the Widget was a complete and total arse. He was pissed because he didn't want to go to school and felt he was entitled to a day off just because. Y'know, kid, if you'd wanted a day off, you had a note for that very thing Friday. Thursday he had four root canals. Good times, right? So everyone is expecting him to be in awful pain and just not up for anything ever. Once the fun drugs wore off, he was fine. He insisted on going to school the next day and spent the weekend with a friend of his. Seriously, he only wanted today off because he stayed up too late and ate candy. I hate when I'm right about things I don't want to be right about... but the moment his mother told me ever so earnestly that she was sure he'd finally realized the error of his candy eating, not teeth brushing ways when he was told about the root canals, I knew she was full of it. Not just because this woman is an awful mother to her son (I mean, she is and I said it just to be spiteful but it's also true) but because when I'd woken him up for school last week, he still had mini piles of junk food in plain view. Lady, that kid hasn't learned jack.
Of course, this may all change when they do the next dental step...
He ran out into the early morning (so... y'know, night because it was 5am) and then came back when it was pretty damn chilly. He slammed doors, stomped feet, and when he came downstairs to leave for real, he snatched his excuse note from the table and threw my Halloween stuff around.
You, Widget, may now spend your day off tomorrow with your father and his new girlfriend. Enjoy.
And I suppose I should actually start cleaning now. But I don't wanna. *whine*