Hmmmmm
Last night, late. Sons of Anarchy back on, 90 mins, fuck!!!!! So, up WAY past my bedtime. But, worth it. GREAT show!
Up 90 minutes after I usually do, no run either. After yesterday, Pilates this am. Fortunately also, the Instructor showed, on time no less! Their supervisor was whip cracking, good. After the other Instructor pulled a no call/no show (AND I REALLY needed that class), it was good to have today proceed as scheduled.
Tonight ZZ Top.
On the road, Sybil calls asking if I ate chicken that was in the fridge. Doesn't quite seem to internalize the nature of an emergency. Now, remember, THIS was the chicken that had been in the freezer, for 2 weeks. Having absolutely ZERO frustration tolerance, and having done not a goddamned thing last night, @ 8:15 this am, It decides to cook! Fortunately I was local, bought some "replacement chicken." Stroll into Toxichouse handing it to It, of course It goes off. "I don't want to be married," "I'm talking to a lawyer..." whatever.
Normal people? Cook in the am. This one, does whatever, whenever. Pedrito's wife hit the nail on the head (nailing a realization I'd had centuries ago), when she said that It never grew up and was never a wife.
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