Satan, Shoes and Tags

I'm having one hell of a time coming up with a post today. I'm fairly scatter-brained, even apres-coffee (my spell check doesn't speak French ~ apres means after, btw). And there's not much going on, except surfing other sites and enjoying the reads. Yesterday, I took the day off to clean the house like I did before we had Internet service. So I've got a bunch of random type thoughts but, ya know, not much else... Sorry, some days my posts simply suck, and this is probably going to be one of them.

1. When I called hubby at lunch today he was at Best Buy ~ yeah, no wonder he didn't call me ~ looking at plasma televisions. To which I just shake my head and say, "...sure, Darling, we'll put it on the 'what to do with the tax return' list." Here's what I've come to know about Best Buy. It's EVIL. Ask any woman, and she'll tell you. Best Buy is Satan-Store with less obvious alliteration. Every time a grown man goes into BB/SS the entirety of their common sense goes down the tubes. The sound system has subliminal siren-songs coming out of it. The salespeople are Fagin's minions in polo shirts.

2. Note to self: the old adage, "you get what you pay for" is true. The coffee pot that I got only a couple of months back was cheap as hell. It already needs replacing. It simply doesn't want to suck the water over the heating element and spit it onto my coffee grounds. I have to literally (get this!) pick it up about an inch off the counter and drop it, mid-brew for it to finish... which sucks, and makes me want to spit...

3. Have any of y'all gotten the Facebook tag, "25 Random Things"? I did. Let me tell y'all something... 25 is far too many things to know about me ~ or most people for that matter. How does anyone come up with all 25 if you've been tagged for anything else? Whomever came up with this one was an agoraphobic-busybody with a T-1 line. Anyone who can do all 25 without one of the 25 being, "Holy hell, I'm not done with this list YET?!?" is entirely too self-involved.

4. I should always get up and take 5 minutes outside of the computer room before I publish my posts... I almost always come up with really cool stuff I should have put into the post after I've published it, when I'm fixing my sandwich, or sitting on the toilet. And yet, somehow, I never seem to remember to take a break, and if I did, I'd probably forget to bring notepaper so I could remember my brilliance all 20 feet back to the computer.

5. Speaking of the toilet... What is it with toddlers and the toilet? Besides the complete and total EEEWWW factor (despite daily cleanings, it's just the thought!) from their parents, what calls them to put any number of things into the porcelain-god? I could understand it, if like my daughter, these things were put in for the wow factor that is flushing ~ but my son doesn't flush these items... he just plays with them in the water (EEEWWW again!) Seriously, these are some, some of the things I've found in my toilet this week, courtesy of my son... magnetic fridge letters (almost the entire alphabet), magnetic fridge numbers (almost enough to list the entire bail-out amount spent frivolously by banks and Wall Street executives), cat food, Chex Mix (sacrilege!), and last night's topper ~ His Shoes. And they wonder why so many moms drink their alcohol through a straw...

6. If you've made it this far... you must really be bored... LOL I thank you for forging through the sewage of this post. Great day to you! And leave a comment so I can come over to your site and visit a blog more worthy of reading than today's drivel from me... If you've got a button, I'll grab it while I'm there.

Damn, the bathroom trick didn't work. Guess you have to start with good stuff to utilize that tip...