Ingredients For A Completely Broken Head

• a yappy massage therapist
• white wine for dinner
• two quarreling cats
• dreams of foreign language ATMs eating my credit cards
• sun shining in windows because blinds are slanted wrong direction
• church committee meeting that's all talk, no action, 100% frustration
• dying battery in smoke detector: BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
• burnt panini from Brueggers (okay, this has nothing to do with my head but it still pissed me off)

All of those add up to a very cranky Cate on Sunday afternoon. Especially when you figure in a list of things to do that's at least half a mile long. Followed by dinner plans with virtual strangers (to me - the guy is a HS classmate of Joe's).

Let's all be thankful that I have today off!

P.S. I wrote this post around 3pm yesterday afternoon. By the time we left for dinner, my headache was more reasonable. We had a fantastic dinner and Joe's friend and his wife were great company. It was a blast and I was sad to see the evening end.

Dry Cold Weather

I'm running out of patience for it. Unless someone has a miracle recommendation for something that will make my super-fine hair quit flying around all full of static. Bonus points if I can also use the product on Tonya. Poor zappy girl looks like a troll doll.

Super-bonus points if we can somehow harness the zapping powers into a weapon that will shock a few folks into submission.

P.S. I've got nothing this morning. Sorry. Just a busy day ahead of me. And a headache. Please think good thoughts for everyone around me - it may prevent punching.

Six Word Saturday

Describe your life (or something) in a phrase using just six words. For more information, try clicking here. Feel free to explain or not explain. Add an image, a video, a song, nothing. I love seeing what everyone does each week with their entries.

Am I still in one piece?

Seriously, it's been that kind of week. Also:

Can't we all play nice here?

I've had a couple of emails lately about kinda nasty replies from participants of 6WS. That makes me cry. And you know what happens when Cate cries, right?

You get punched in the face.

Please be kind. I didn't realize I needed to spell that part out.

All that's necessary to participate is to post your own six words. You can post an explanation if you wish but it's certainly not required. If you play along in your blog, please add a link to the Mr. Linky. I appreciate a link back (shiny code below if you like!) but I'm not going to delete your entry or punch you in the face if you don't. Otherwise, you're welcome to leave your six words in this post as a comment.

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Note: Please be careful to make sure you've linked to the right post. I've had a lot of links to non-Six Word Saturday blogs lately. Just trying to cut down on the confusion. Also, if you want to link directly to the 6WS post, that's super-helpful as well. Thanks!

Hired Help

Because I'm taking advantage of a rare visit from my muse, I'm just going to share part of a discussion I had with BrigitteZ yesterday afternoon.

BrigitteZ: i had to lock the pups in the computer room this morning b/c my dad hired yet another new maid
me: he not find one hot enough yet?
BrigitteZ: the dogs usually go in the laundry room so if they pee - its on tile
they're all little old mexican ladies
me: are you employing illegals?!?!?
BrigitteZ: hahaha
i have no idea
I am not employing anyone, my dad is
me: i think Jesus is illegal
our tree guy
we aren't sure
or it could just be that he's legal and the business isn't
BrigitteZ: ah i thought you meant like actual Jesus
me: i know, i love that
BrigitteZ: b/c he can be whatever he wants
being like the Lord and all
me: "Jesus trims my trees, jealous?"

Guess our yard guy oozes more Jesus than my brother.

P.S. All joking aside, I'm pretty sure Jesus is legal or we wouldn't be employing him. But BrigitteZ is an artiste so she may be getting all creative with the truth. Punk.

The Ranch Hand and the Yankee

People of Earth! (Hey, it's working for Conan, look how many people love him right now! Except maybe Leno. And NBC. But who are they anyways?)

Last night, on the way home from work, there was an accident that caused traffic to be diverted awkwardly through a parking lot. Inadvertently, I kinda cut off a guy in a truck a little bit. Which I would totally never do on purpose because I'm a very good driver. And I never have parking lot issues. I'm going to skip the part about how his truck had been off-roading, was covered in NASCAR and confederate flags. (Okay, that was a lie, I didn't skip it at all!)

The guy leaned his mullet-head out the window and yelled at me. What he said made me so angry that I shook the whole way home where I told the story to Joe and prepared for him to have some serious umbrage on my behalf.

me: So he flips me off and then yells out the window "you stupid bitch Yankee woman driver!"
Joe: Wait, how'd he know you were a Yankee?

P.S. Sorry about the hair.
P.P.S. Camembert! (Because SomeMonkey said to work that in somewhere)