Oh, yeah!!

I gotta get outta here before I go bananas!!!!

I wanna go AWOL

*streeeeeeeeeeeeeetch*

*sip o' tea*

Ok... ready to blog!

Pardon me while I Shatnerize (over-dramatize)... but, have you ever have those days where it feels like Chaos is trying to envelope you, spin you, crush you and spit you back out again?

(What? Just me...?? I call "bullshit" on you!!)

Man... in case I haven't mentioned this in previous posts... living with fifteen of your relatives is a political prison. Only, there's no hope that anyone will negotiate for your release or come to rescue you.

However, there is plenty of artillery lobbed and injuries inflicted.

Now to switch analogies... there is always a caste system that exists in our family. Striations of perceived status arbitrarily determined by majority opinion (I don't think they actually hold a formal vote or anything... but I could be wrong!).

It appears to have been set up based on who has the most money, who owns the most stuff, who's traveled to the most places, who is in control... etc, etc.

Not so much about individual character or attributes.

Hmmm.... reminding you, yet again, of the original analogy based on politics. Right?

Some day.... SOME DAY.... the masses will rise up in revolt. Beware!!

September...

Time flies when you are busy as hell!

I grabbed an iced coffee from a fast food drive in today.... I don't want to name names, but it sounds sort of like Mick Dahnulds.

I haven't ever gotten one there before but I was in a hurry and out of tea... desperate times call for desperate measures.

There were probably seven cars in front of me, but it was about 90 degrees outside and the A/C was INSIDE my car... so, it seemed worth the wait that shouldn't be more than a couple of minutes at the outside, right?

HA!! <--- that's right! I just guffawed.

I sat in that drive-thru for... ready for this? I bet you're not....

I sat in Mick's drive-thru for 17 minutes. Seven... teen... minutes.

"Why didn't I pull out of line", you ask... oh, ho ho... once you pull into this particular drive-thru far enough you CAN'T GET OUT!! Perhaps if you had an off-road vehicle WITH a lift kit (big barricade-like curbs and uneven terrain). However, I do not drive one of those.

So, there I was... held hostage.... at Mick's. I tried to find my center and enjoy the scenery (which is really quite spectacular) and clicked the A/C up one more notch.

Luckily for my sanity, Daughter was with me and we bantered back and forth with all of the (considerable) sass at our disposal (that's just how we do). We dissolved into riotous laughter and tickle-slap fighting... not necessarily in that order.

We were so hot and bored that by the time we got to that second window - where you get to pick up your food - our mouths were positively slavering for the ice-cold quench of our iced coffees... and her ice cream cone.

Oh, they looked great!!! We drove off excitedly, tearing the paper off of our straws and jabbing wildly for the opening in the lids. Then... that first guzzle (I wish I could say it was a lady-like sip... but, alas) hit the tongue and chilled the uvula and esophagus... and then you become aware of the taste.

Oh, it tasted like cold coffee alright. Almost exactly like I'd taken the watered-down dregs of a day-old pot of automatic-drip coffee and poured it over ice with too much sugar and some powdered milk instead of cream.

I almost wanted to drive back to Mick's and throw that cup of DISAPPOINTMENT right back into the drive-thru window!!!

Keep the change!!!! *SHUDDER*

I would never consider myself a coffee snob... but I DO have standards. I would like my coffee freshly brewed and with fresh water (not brackish swill) and jazzed up with either real cream, milk, or a good non-dairy creamer.

Well... now that I think about it.... I guess only a coffee snob (or NUT) would bother ranting on and on about one lousy cup of iced coffee.

Hey, it was SEVENTEEN MINUTES of anticipation.... we were underwhelmed.