Here it is, the morning. Already. And I haven't been to bed yet. There seems to be something in the air here because Mak didn't want to go to bed. It was midnight when I sent her home with her dad, after a failed attempt by mawmaw to put her to sleep. Booger.
It was said on Nancy Grace tonight that the infamous Casey Anthony referred to her daughter as "snot nose" is a text. I looked at Da Man and laughed because I thought that was okay. I mean, I call mine all sorts of things in jest. Oh well. I suppose when you don't report your daughter missing for weeks and weeks you're going to be blamed and persecuted for just about everything. And I believe they should use the interrogation tactics that we use on our governmental prisoners and make that stupid bitch talk. But that's just my opinion.
I butched up this afternoon and headed to the school to repair a shelving unit. Give me a few nails and a hammer and look out, ya'll. *snort* It was a nice time away from home.
And dig this....
Mom took her van to the garage Wednesdaay because the tranny is acting up, eh. They couldn't find anything wrong with the tranny, but they told her that they had put some sort of dye in it, run it a couple of days and then bring it back.
The guy called this afternoon and told mom that she had a gas leak. And not only was the gas line leaking, it was leaking out onto the motor and causing a spark plug to arc. "It could blow any minute," he told mom.
I smoke. Da Man smokes. And we often times do that horribly ugly thing of tossing the smokes out the window. We could have died. Da Man and I were talking about it. He said, "We're lucky." My reply was, "No, Grace is lucky because she was the only one not in the van with us the other day." And then I freaked. Full blown panic attack. What the hell would have happened to Grace had all of us died in that van? There is no one, no one, here that I would want to raise her. What would have become of her? The thought totally freaks me out, almost to the point of tears. The thought of the whole family being in an accident horrifies me. And the thought that I don't have a stand by to raise my babies horrifies me even more.
I'm going to school Monday and helping them set up a vermicompost bin. How cool is that? I took ours down yesterday and the kids loved them, especially the girls. *puzzled look* So I'm donating some worms. And we're going to have worm races then too. Now doesn't that make you all envious of my life? I have nothing better to do with my time than to sit with a bunch of preschoolers and watch worms race. Ha.
I'm starting to get a headache. Probably from the insane amount of nicotine I have been puffing. I don't know why, but when my allergies are acting up it is as if I can't get enough to smoke. And I drank a cup of Timmy's about three hours ago and am still going strong. Too bad the girls don't sleep in when mom needs to.
Well, I suppose I should head upstairs and try to talk my body into sleep. Sleep is a wonderful thing, and this weekend is chalked full of fun fall activities. And there's also a friggin' four hour birthday party that G has to attend for a friend of hers from school. I'm leaving that right there because the mere thought of spending four hours there makes me want to hurl.
Happy Saturday.