Today was a no-good, very-bad, day. I headed to work early as I knew what kind of day it would be. And don't give me that whole "your attitude is part of the problem" speech. When you work in the registrar's office of a major university, the day grading closes for a term is a bad day. It is just a fact and attitude has nuttin' to do with it. I somehow survived it, and went to pick up the kids. On a good note, someone had called to see our house that is on the market. El Hubbo had taken Rocky (the infamous dog) and headed to the park. I picked up the kids and met him there. We visited and watched the kids play, then decided that it was time to head to the air conditioned comfort of the vehicles. On our walk over, I was describing one of many of the incidents I had to deal with today, and I said, "I finally had to get up and walk around the building before I went on a murderous rampage." Jake, whom I did not think was listening...
The always random, occasionally complex, often confounded commentary and narrative of one West Texas woman's life.