Somewhat Malcontent

Why is it that anyone driving a Cadillac Asscalade probably could not parallel park a matchbox car in a football field?

My titles forthwith will make no sense whatsoever.  Can you believe this is post the two in a one week span?  I’m on a rolllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll.   Heh.  Someone finally responded to my petfinder ad about adopting Hershey and she doesn’t sound like she’s going to try and trade the puppy for a share in an African diamond mine, either.  Can I get a woot?  I will also be accepting copies of the new Harry Potter installment as congratulatory presents for successfully adopting out all of Tuggy’s bastard children.  I promise I’ll give it to some poor kid when I’m done reading it.  Now, if you will all stop posting so I can get caught up on reading your blogs, that would rawk.

Hugs n’ Kisses,

Molly

P to the S…I made another shoulder bag today.

I have nothing new to report at this time other than that yes, I am alive.  Okay, I actually do have stuff to report but I’m still in-between computers and probably will be for another month.  And since I’m usually posting thoughtless drivel as it comes to my mind, I can’t really be expected to form any coherent thoughts about all of my activities over the past month, can I?  Having said that, I’ll offer the following tidbits:

1. Fynn got a haircut and her hand slammed in the car door.  One by her aunt and the other by her 5 year old cousin.  I’ll leave it up to you do decide who did what.  Think of it as my version of Clue.
2. My new job alternates between over and underwhelming, dramatic insanity and suicidal monotony.  I still can’t decide if I like it or not.  What I don’t like is that I have to deal with my old boss at my new job only now she’s servicing me.  Ha!  Apparently she does not like me bossing her because she’s being a complete beyatch, even though I’m being nice as  pie >:}
3. I haven’t knit anything in a while, but I have crocheted about a half a dozen shoulderbags, all of them being modeled by the 10 and under age group.  I almost picked up a large pair of bamboo knitting needles at the craft store but I put them back because I saw an even larger crochet hook.  Don’t hate.
4. We are down to 1 puppy.  No one wants her so we are calling her Hershey.  She’s cute but I don’t want her, either.  I’m gone too long during the day to provide proper training for her and I think she’s lonely, anyway.

And that ends this weeks update of my boring life.  Next weeks topic will be the poison ivy on my left leg and why it sucks to have a job that you can’t blog from.