... so that

I could say that this is my FIFTIETH post!

At the time of this fiftieth post, I am:

Canadian
awake (although tired)
divorced
broke
vertical (well, semi-vertical)
sofa king bored.
not kidding.
back from the bank
back from Horton's
eating a muffin (don't be gross - get your chin back up on the curb)
drinking a coffee
sharing my wondrous thoughts with you
being lied to by my boss
getting pissed off because I KNOW I'm being lied to
being lied to again
now super pissed off because he seems to think I'm buying his lies
wondering why I don't call his bluff.
taking a sip of my coffee (which they fucked up again)
feeling a mood shift.
wishing I was a SAHM again - would do it without the kids if I had the chance to do it again
kidding.
remembering how much fun I had watching the rugrats evolve into the Hellions they are now
kidding.
thinking I lucked out with my kids
acknowledging that they all have a really good sense of humor which makes it that much easier
wishing I was anywhere but here - well, maybe not "anywhere" .. I wouldn't want to be at the dump or in a sewer or anything like that...
going to end this for a while. I have to go measure the space between my truck and Randy's. I was advised that I have taken up 5'-2" (he said he took a measuring tape and measured it). That was the first lie. Second lie was that the bank wouldn't cash a cheque I gave him for $6500 because they don't keep that much cash on hand. WTF? Do I look stupid?

I have to go. I am too stupid to continue this.

Fuck he pisses me off sometimes.

AHHH - AN IDEA! Perfect setting for a perfect day. Seeing my boss test driving a brand new vehicle down Lakeshore near Spencer Smith. I would have to give in to my urges. If this makes no sense to you, you will have to read this post.