Well, if you thought today's content was crappy, just wait until tomorrow, when I will once again be watching my kids so my maw-in-law can go to the eye doctor. At least tomorrow I will be somewhat smarter and stay home with them, rather than drag them up here and hid them under the drafting table. Although, one does find interesting little notes when children come to work--I was moving some stuff the other day, and found a scrap of paper my middle daughter had left in a big box on the floor:

6/21/02

Dear Diary,

Today on my brothers GameBoy he Beated the 8th level. No body could Beat that. Today we also went to my daddys work. And I had to take my little sister to the bathroom lots of times. We are going to the Beach on the 30th of June. My daddy's birthday is July the 9th. Were going on vacation the 30th to the 6th of July. I've already made a card for him. We have to go to are dad's work because our grandmommy had sergery on her eye. Our mommy is goining to pick us up.

Editor-shmeditor, she's a natural-born blogger--take that Mr. O'Neill!

Of course, with such sweet little discoveries, there are also the moments when you could pitch a right nice fit. I came in this morning and started drawing some stuff and needed my pair of dividers. They were underneath a stack of paper on the table, so I picked them up, spread them out, and proceeded to put them down onto a scale. One point in place, aaaaand one point completely missing. What the...! No retaining screw either. Well crap.

Being saddled with a walnut-sized marsupial brain, I figured it must have fallen out in the case. Nope. Crap. At least there are some little spare partish things, including a point and a screw in the case. Take out tiny little plastic vial, dump contents in hands. Ahh, a point. Put it to end of divider. Too big. Take out little spare screw. No hole for point to go through. Spare parts to implements that were apparently from another set of tools. (Yes, I know all you CAD folks are chuckling. Leave me to my circles.) ::sigh::

Go back over to table and futz around looking for elusive parts, and finally come to conclusion it was one of my sticky-fingered co-workers who had used it and screwed it up and then dumped it back on my table. Jerks! *&*%$#! That Linus, probably him--he's Nigerian and all, and probably spammed me to distract my attention, then dropped though the ceiling and made off with it! Or maybe it was John, he's an artist, and well, you know how THEY are...oh, look, my set screw and my point...right here by a marker drawing of Pikachu. ::arrrrrrrrRRRRGH:: Stinking kids of mine tearing up my stuff...! I oughta sell 'em to the the ethnic group formerly known as the Gypsies....and then, I found ANOTHER scrawled-on scrap of my GOOD paper..."I love my daddy!"

Aw, heck, couldn't get nothing for them anyway--guess I'll keep 'em.

BUT AT HOME!

Might be able to work in an update or two, as I will be enrolling them for school, and I'm sure making some trips to Wal-Mart, and finishing the final portion of the backyard--all sorts of completely banal and mundane stuff, enriched with the moist and furry goodness of possum.
posted by Terry at 4:31:00 PM