Okay, that's it, I've had it.
Subtitled, Is that rain, or are angels pissing on my head?
Monday, TWO wee pets died at Casa Cornelius.
Tuesday, the return of insane shrieking banshee mom claiming all sorts of malfeasance on my part and that I've made her daughter HATE school when the kid sits there and smiles at me every blasted day.
Wednesday, trials with relatives who seem to just push my buttons-- which makes sense, because they installed them.
Today, I get a nearly $100 ticket from a cop over my bike rack. MY BIKE RACK. She said it was "illegal." I hope the folks at Yakima know this.
I can't wait to see the joy and brickbats Friday may bring.
Those wishing to help may send margaritas by the gallon to:
Ms. Cornelius
c/o 1313 Mockingbird Lane
Bite Me, Frigid Midwest OU812
Tchah.
Labels: conflict, crime and punishment, critters, parents gone wild, righteous anger and disgust, you can't make this stuff up
posted by "Ms. Cornelius" @ 11:19 PM
12 Comments:
Oh, you poor thing! I hope Friday is a peaceful and restful day for you!
Good lord!
For what it's worth, it's kind of frigid here in the motherland too.
Hang in!
If anyone deserved a margarita this evening it is you. Since I can't mail you one, I shall drink one (or two) in your honor.
Keep your head up!
Ugh. Love and condolences, and wishes that your week starts looking up in a big, fat hurry
Oh please tell us what could possibly be illegal about a bike rack when you figure that one out.
Vet techs say that when you get pee'd on and poo'd on in the same day, you get to go home. It seems with teachers that can happen 5 days a week and people just shrug! Get yourself a glass of wine early.
it's time for some hazard pay ... in lieu of that booze will do ... unfortunately i can't send any from downunder so sending sympathetic thoughts your way
In my younger, prior to becoming diabetic days, I heartedly endorsed medicines such as margaritas, shots of whatever, cubra libras, straight JD outta the black label bottle.....perhaps at one time I was a borderline alcholic like so many of my fellow family members and teaching associates.
However, now that we are older, if I had had the week you just described, and I pray Friday was BETTER (couldn't get worse....maybe your home heater dying or a student puking on you?) I think perhaps you do need a bit of WHATEVER you do to deflate and escape life for awhile. If you were here, I'd even supply it for you!
Just remember, in the immortal words of Hank William Jr., "Hangovers hurt more than they used to.....!"
Weekend :-) Thanksgiving next week..... :-)
PS. I'd take that ticket to court and fight it! It sounds like CRAP!
Well, I'm almost embarassed to admit this, but I don't get hangovers. No, really. It's either that I get tired of drinking before I get there, or that I drink lot's of water while I'm having a tipple. Or it could be all the moonshiners and alcoholics in my ancestry. But can't complain.
I am totally fighting that ticket. She also ticketed me for allegedly making an illegal turn in front of her. Bull. And yet I was nothing but sweet to the looney while inwardly I seethed.
So if anyone knows if their police department puts bike racks on their police vehicles, I could use some contact information.
Friday, I got through the day okay, and now I'm in the Land of the Red People-- that's Oklahoma, for the uninitiated. I am ready for some FOOTBALL!!!!!
Wow, that makes my worst week look good. I hope the weekend is WAY better.
I hate parents who just don't really get their kids. They just don't see what it is that they are doing to contribute to their child's behavior. And then those kids grow up to be ticket happy cops.
lady,
Hahahahahahahaha!!!!!!
I hope you had a restful weekend, and this next week you only have to teach Monday and Tuesday I bet! My mother taught jr. high for years... she said towards the end the parents wanted to blame the schools for everything that was wrong with their kids....
No, gosh darn it, I have to teach on Wednesday too. But I'm giving a test. Bwahahahaha!
The weekend was good. It's always good when you sit freezing your tuckus off at a football game that you win!
And then-- there were margaritas. Made by people who knew how. Ahhhh.
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