Pisser!

Man! I had some doozies last night. First I dreamt that Maggie was pregnant. Then I dreamt I was hiding from her in an old, dusty wine cellar - very Poe-like. Oh, and of course, my hiding place - the cellar - was where she was keeping all her clothes so I was constantly on the verge of "being found out". Oh, and about 2 minutes before my alarm went off, my teeth started falling out. I must be subconsciously in hell and thinking of hiding and worried about what everyone thinks of me. Sleeping takes it out of me sometimes.

So, the pisser: Maggie. She's such a pain in my arse! Why you ask? Well, her birthday is coming up and we'll be going up to Columbus on Saturday. Coming home at some point on Sunday. And wouldn't you know it, the Ravioli dinner down somewhere in Cincinnati (I can't remember the name of the damn church!) is Sunday! I was hoping to be in town for that! Oh well. I'd certainly much rather be in Columbus! The other reason Maggie is a pisser? I don't know what to get her for her birthday! For that matter, Trip's a pisser too (his birthday is Thursday, Maggie's is Wednesday - it will be a dual celebration). Could someone out there throw me a bone!?

Okay - I best head out. Weird schedule at work today. My planning period is actually at the first period slot today. Ooh, I think tonight I'll be making the cauliflower/penne casserole thingy. With some pork chops and maybe a small salad. We'll see. Jim may just work late.

K - I'm out! Later.