It’s Monday

I’m having a dumb day.  It’s probably a case of me being dumb instead of the world being dumb, but I would just prefer that it’s the world’s fault and not mine thankyouverymuch!

It’s just stupid things, like online bill payments I thought were done and it turns out they weren’t (and I’m horrible about saving confirmation numbers!  That needs to change.)  And the fact that my car is too new for the oil change people to have the filters so I had to go to the dealership – hello!  It’s a Toyota Corolla!  You can’t get anymore generic than that!  There are a gagillion of them in town, you would think that someone would have the filter.  Also my phone has been ringing off the hook with the politicobots and it’s making me insane.  I yelled at the last one, who happened to be the first real live person, that she was the 3rd call in 20 minutes and really I’ve had enough.  Then I’m trying to plan a date night with the hubbahubba and keep forgetting things that will conflict so I keep having to re-plan.  Dumbness.

I don’t want to go to work.

I don’t want to do my chores.

I don’t want to pay bills.

I don’t want to look for the things I can’t find.

I don’t want to call the people who have the things I can’t find.

I don’t want to do business paperwork.

I don’t want to watch everyone else plan vacations when I don’t get to go on one.

I don’t want to spend money on sensible things like new tires for the Jeep and pumping the septic tank (eww) instead of getting a shiny new MACasaurus.

blah…blah…blah….

In the interest of balance, I have a whole list of things I would like to do:

make cakes for people who pay me to make cakes

go on a vacation somewhere warm and sunny where people rub oil all over me and bring me tasty drinks that make me all tipsy

buy a shiny new MACasaurus

take an advanced sugar flowers class

go to culinary school, specifically the Greystone campus of the CIA

remodel the kitchen

fulfill my ultimate destiny as the Cake Princess of the Universe! Mwaaahahahaha

I told you it was dumb day.  Now I’m even bordering on weird.