Ok, party head count is at nineteen. Could still end up being close to thirty if the unexpected/not heard from yet arrive. Not the eightyfour we had at our giganto summer BBQ but that is just fine by me. BBQ is more a family reunion plus everybody we freaking know party anyway.

Only Tuesday and a fucker of a week. Busy as all getout at work but that's a good thing. Taking a breather between projects right now to get my blog on and have a bit of lunch. And to let off steam about my fucktacular Tuesday. All I wanted was a prescription for some bloody antibiotics wired to the local pharmacy. A tiny little prescription I've had before, what's the big feckin' deal? Oh no my friend. That would be too...dare I say it..convenient! After three phone calls to my doctor's office (who by the way is on sabbatical for a fucking year...nice) I have to go into the office tomorrow AM. All because they "haven't seen me in a while" and would really love for me to pee in a fucking cup the fuckers. It's not like I want a prescription for bloody-oxy-contin for fuck sake. ARG!

I so LOVE having to drive into work. Pay $6 to park at doctor's office then another $8 to park at work. Not to mention the stinking tolls ($3 I think now) on the round trip the shits.

Sigh. In with the good air out with the bad and all that nonsense. I bet the soup I brought in for lunch is still fucking frozen too. Needless to say, I am very much looking forward to cutting loose on Saturday and enjoying many rounds of punch and/or beer and/or cosmopolitans.

And just because I love this picture and website so much and because this is how I feel....

Aint that just fuck all!