Friday, April 27, 2007

Yet Another Reason to Switch to DVDs...

Tuesday night I had a frantic evening. During the day Tuesday I couldn't find my purse, but I kept calm about it. I figured I'd left it in Adam's van, since I'd spent the day with him on Monday. But when I couldn't find it in his van that evening I began to worry...

In the meantime, Aunt Pat and Uncle John have come to visit, so I'm trying to play it cool while still looking for it. Soon, though, Adam and I mount a full-scale search. There's no sign of it and I'm so confused. I remember bringing it at least as far as the garage at our house, and I had somehow retrieved my cell phone last night from the MIA purse. It HAD to be in the house somewhere.

Finally, after our company had gone home I started cleaning my room. I found my purse- guess where. Take a WILD guess where.

I found the purse under my VCR- that's right, my black purse was under my black VCR and I almost cancelled all my credit cards because of it. Late the night before (so late I scarcely remember it) I had moved my malfunctioning VCR onto the floor, inadvertantly placing it on my purse. Thus I hid all of my valuables from the world, including myself.

A blog on behalf of my mom...

This is so funny, the world has to hear it. Since my mom has not yet been sucked into the blogging vortex, I have assumed the burden of sharing this wonderful story.

My mom was at work the other day, busy as ever and multi-tasking like a Supermom, when one of the employees comes in her office and tells her that "The Cannon Supply Guy is on the phone."She picks up her extension to talk to this man whom she of course assumes is OUR Cannon supply guy, but she's busy and focused on other things and only vaguely listens. When he talks about "her order for toner" she stops, confused, and says, "I didn't order anything." He then tells her something about an "Auto Order Supply List." This sounds fishy to her, and she's starting to think he's a salesman/telemarketer. "Now I know we aren't on any list like THAT," she says.

And then the salesman's head proceeds to explode. He starts yelling, telling her how all campground owners are inept and incompetent and just shouting general insults into the phone. And then-

The telemarketer hangs up on her.

I'm not kidding. Her jaw dropped, and she just sat there, staring at the phone in her hand.

Start hoarding bottle water, kids. The apocalypse is upon us.

Aquatic Roadkill

While driving through Montello at 11pm tonight, I had to swerve around a dead 30 inch fish lying in the middle of the road.

When you say Wisconsin, you've said it all. Bum-bump.