Archive for March 15th, 2008

So, after our errands today, we stopped at a favorite restaurant to eat. As we sat down, a high pitched scream pierced the air. Lovely.

He was agitated. I placed our order for coffees and water – when the gracious young server brought the water, my man said it had better be pure vodka or he’s leaving. The young fellow smiled and offered earplugs – jokingly.

We ate as well as we could but our meal was punctuated with primal (spoiled) screams.

It was all I could do to not go over to the parents and request they take their brat to the car and let us (all the patrons) eat in peace. We do not mind a baby crying for a bottle, etc. but this child was absolutely out of control.

As each set of diners left to pay their bill, they tossed ugly looks at the offenders. Why I didn’t go over and politely request they remove the offending child is beyond me. Anyway, luckily they left and we were able to eat in peace.

We buy alarms, steering wheel bars, motion detector lights and multiple locks for our doors – now, due to idiots, we have to use word verification. I am not impressed to quote “you know who”.

Anyway, sorry to go this way but, as usual, the idiots reign. May someone put itch powder in your shorts or panties.

So, this afternoon I finally talked (coaxed) him into letting me trim his eyebrows. Connie does it so neatly and quickly but he informed me today that the next haircut will be in 7 months – then laughed – uh, but it’s been 5 months now and I can’t braid hair, Darling.

Anyway, grabbed a comb and scissors – clip, clip, clip. No good. Too long. Got out some suture scissors. Perfect! If I trusted he would sit still, I mean perfectly still, I’d just use the scissors.

The cat observed the ceremony with great fascination. You’re next, Bud.