*grumble*
Just talked to Josh. They have him working Sunday, AGAIN! WTF? Seriously. Two Sundays in a freaking ROW! This is nuts and ridiculous. I wonder what days they gave him off, if any. This week, Wednesday was his ONLY day off. That’s just ridiculous!! And that’s the biggest reason I’m not going to my parents like planned. The bachelorette party is being planned for after I would have arrived home, but I’d rather not leave Josh to his own devices, knowing he’s going to be working that much. Good news is that his 90 days ended this week, and he’s on the schedule for next, so obviously he made it. He’s gotta talk to someone named Joyce about joining the union (having his back covered is worth the union fees), and then he’s gotta talk to Becky about putting a hold down on the route he’s doing today and tomorrow. Unless Alan claims it (hasn’t said he wants to), Josh will be guaranteed at least one day off each week, on a rotating schedule. *sweet* Finally!! We can plan things, XD. No more Jayhawk station calling him at 8am. No more main station calling him at 7am. *dances*

I’m planning on entering the “Great Base Race“. We’ll see how well that goes, XD. I’m pathetic at following through on things like that.

Hmm, well, I guess that’s pretty much it! I’ve got to start a load of laundry and fold 2 left-over from yesterday. Holy crap, though, I did at least 7 loads of laundry yesterday. o.O Clothes smell and feel good though. Clean Breeze fabric softener, and Tide with Downy, and Clean Breeze dryer sheets. *squishes and sniffs* Heck, it’s keeping Madi in clothes, ROFL. But, I’ll be nice and leave you with a joke I got from a group:

What Starts With F and Ends With K

A first-grade teacher, Ms. Brooks, was having trouble with one of her students. The teacher asked, “Harry, what’s your problem?”

Harry answered, “I’m too smart for the 1st grade. My sister is in the 3rd grade and I’m smarter than she is! I think I should be in the 3rd grade too!”

Ms. Brooks had had enough. She took Harry to the principal’s office.

While Harry waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told Ms. Brooks he would give the boy a test. If he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the 1st grade and behave. She agreed.

Harry was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he agreed to take the test.

Principal: “What is 3 x 3?”

Harry: “9.”

Principal: ” What is 6 x 6?”

Harry: “36.”

And so it went with every question the principal thought a 3rd grader should know.

The principal looks at Ms. Brooks and tells her, “I think Harry can go to the 3rd grade.”

Ms. Brooks says to the principal, “Let me ask him some questions.”

The principal and Harry both agreed.

Ms. Brooks asks, “What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?”

Harry, after a moment: “Legs.”

Ms. Brooks: “What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?”

The principal wondered why would she ask such a question!

Harry replied: “Pockets.”

Ms. Brooks: “What does a dog do that a man steps in to?”

Harry: “Pants.”

Ms. Brooks: What starts with a C, ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin, whitish liquid?”

Harry: “Coconut.”

The principal sat forward with his mouth hanging open.

Ms. Brooks: “What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?”

The principal’s eyes opened really wide and before he could stop the answer, Harry replied, “Bubble gum.”

Ms. Brooks: “What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down and a dog does on three legs?”

Harry: “Shake hands.”

The principal was trembling.

Ms. Brooks: “What word starts with an ‘F’ and ends in ‘K’ that means a lot of heat and excitement?”

Harry: “Firetruck.”

The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, “Put Harry in the fifth-grade, I got the last seven questions wrong……

From SigSafari

Mood : crushed
TV Plans : Barney (pathetic, right?)