It could just be because I am stuck on my taxes, I need to know just how much Mrs. Ha spent at her therapist last year. Neither Mrs. Ha nor therapist are good at record keeping (therapist has never submitted our claims to our HMO, according to them we have are about $300 short of meeting this year's deductable, becuase that doesn't count the $1200 we've spent at therapist, so we get reamed on co-pays), so my estimate of how much Mrs. Ha paid last year varies by about $500 USD, which affects my return by about $150. My dad is getting anxious, and I have only 4 days left to file, without asking for an extension.
It could be because I saw lots of Irish_girl this weekend, including several hours on our usually sancrosanct Sundays, car shopping. You gentlereaders will recall that Irish_girl needs a car, and has about $2k USD to spend on one. Sunday afternoon we looked at a 1995 Nissan, which needs a CV joint and exhaust pipe replacement, for $1800. It also burned a bit of oil when Irish_girl stomped on it, and there was no road test.
I wrote all this up for Irish_girl, was a little unfriendly to the seller, and now Irish_girl has to check with our mechanic with my findings. Mrs. Ha found this charmingly paternalistic.
Irish_girl and baby_daddy also came over Saturday evening to look through the wants ads and browse the internet. It made dinner plans a little dicey until I went out and got pizza and wings. I had to park behind a rusting domestic car with the license plate of GOATSE on it, no lie. I had to leave a note expressing my admiration, but the only paper I had was a small piece with Postscript written on it, I hope they deciphered my writing.
Later when I tried to explain how funny this was, Mrs. Ha did not get it. Maybe she just doesn't find distended anii very funny.
I could be getting annoyed at Mrs. Ha for spending so much time with Irish_girl, and how she's starting to make Irish_girl's problems her problems.
It could be that I was on call and bad stuff went down Saturday, messing up my workout and leaving me anxious.
It could be the anger phase of the rollercoast I'm riding.
It could just be frustration that I don't have my bike on the road yet. I did install the carbs, but I couldn't get it to kick over. Part of the problem is the battery is near dead, so I'm putting a new one in this evening. I should still check the float levels and throttle cable adustment and pilot screw adjustments and then see where we are.
It wasn't all anger, there was significant bat and ball related activities. First, while working out I watched the Oklahoma - Texas A&M woman's softball game, and it was entertaining. I don't enjoy watching baseball, but something about watching fit young women in tight shiny outfits running around, sliding into second and hugging each other made it more tolerable. A shame you can't play in the rain.
The girls and I (including upstreet_girl) played a fair amount of wiffle ball too. It's not easy teaching a four year old the proper batting stance. upstreet_girl likes to pitch overhand, uncontrollably, too, someone needs to teach her a gently underhand.
Nine year old and I played a lot of Capture the Flag by Carr Software, the fully licensed one which I bought about a decade ago. It still has my old address on the licensing screen, and has migrated across 5 PC's that I recall, but has never been played simultaneously, so I haven't broken the licensing agreement. Highly recommended, just like playing outside without those awful sunburns, grass stains and insect bites.
Dang, why doesn't someone local sell neoprene? I think I need some sort of case for my MP3 player, and neoprene seems like the ideal material to make one out of. I don't want to order a sheet off the internet, but I may have to.
Our local IP depository has some wonderful DVD's, this week it was Father Ted. We watched an episode (the Funfair one) before it was time for Red Green on Saturday, which makes me realize how many funny shows come from the Commonwealth nations. What's your favorite comedy show from a Commonwealth Realms nation?
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