Note to the Earnest

Dear Spammers:

If you're sending me spam under the ID "Internal Revenue Service" it's a good idea to spell "Notafication" correctly.

Just sayin'.

Mad

The Joys of Transport

Yesterday I spent in bed, under the aegis of a stomach bug. Slept for hours. Feel better today. Which is good, because today is going to be a transportational nightmare, starting at about noon.

Must: take dog for Epic Drag (household term for the hour at the dogpark that allows her to achieve a semblance of calm for rest of the day). Then, at 2pm, go to pick up members of YG's softball team for transport to Big Game. SG needs ride at 2:40 which I don't think I can provide, but at 5:15 I pick her up, deposit her at home, then hare down to Daly City to pick up Spouse so we can get to the Middle School for Back-to-School Night (where we will meet up with YG, who, theoretically, will do her homework while there. Monkeys may fly out of my butt, too). Then home, sometime after 8:30.

Just found the dog trying to disembowel a purple Sharpie on the formerly-white carpet. One of those days.

Will I get anything done today? Not so likely, I'm thinking.

And by the way...

...Aaarrrrrh, ye swabs. 'Tis that toime again: talk loik ye was born down Penzance way and shipped w'Harry Morgan.

I, personally, am going to go polish my hook and practice waggling my eyebrows menacingly. Perhaps that will summon the shade of Jack Sparrow to my side?

Aaaarh. Oi thought not.