Politics and Ickiness

I've been feeling icky this week, nothing specific, just general achy body parts when I get out of bed and kind of an upset stomach. General malaise I think it's called. Either that or I'm just feeling my age more and my bones are all creaky or something. I have no ambition to do much of anything this week, either. I'm waiting on a new rheostat for my soldering iron hoping that being able to control the temp will result in smoother soldering. But, since sales are so slow, I'm having a hard time getting excited about making stuff, new rheostat or not. Sigh...

Tonight is tortilla soup night at Spencers. But it's also the VP candidates debate at 6pm here on the west coast. So, I told Keith that if we go for soup we have to go really early (like early bird special early, you know, 4pm or so) so that we can be home by 6. I am so looking forward to watching this debate, solely for the entertainment value. I can't wait for Sarah Palin to start talking!!! I saw a little of her interview with Katie Couric and was dumbstruck. So was Katie Couric. Katie had that deer trapped in the headlight stupefied wtf look on her face while listening to Sarah. Like there should have been a comic book thought bubble above Katie's head filled with a big WTF???. I'm not that political of a person, but this is one heck of a ride this year!

I also have to go buy some toilet paper tonight. I don't feel like riding the bike over to walmart and then having to ride back with the jumbo pack of toilet paper balanced on the bike, thank you very much. I went to Target last night for cat food and paper towels and thought 'hmm, maybe I should get some toilet paper while I'm here, but no, I think we just bought some, so I'll wait on that'. And then of course, after I get home I realize there is only one roll of toilet paper left that I'm hoping will last until Keith gets home with the car. Hoping.

What Part of Do Not Call do you Not Understand?

Okay, we rarely get phone calls and when the phone rings after say 8 pm, my first thought is death or destruction, so...

Scene: the kitchen, 8:45 pm last night.
'ring ring' 'ring ring'
'hello?'
nothing
'hello?'
'hello, Elizabeth blah blah- last name not repeated to protect the privacy of the individual'
'yes?'
'This is so and so from the Police blah blah children's blah blah group'-(obviously a solicitor)
'yes, can you please take this number off of your calling list?' note that I politely said please.
'oh, but we are not soliciting blah blah blah'
'oh, then why are you calling? can you please take this number off of your calling list?' again, very politely saying please.
'well, we don't buy or sell calling lists, we use the phone book, blah blah blah.'
'okay, well then can you please PUT me on your do not call list?' again, please and I'm not getting angry quite yet.
'well, can I ask you why this seems to disturb you so much?'
okay, now I'm angry! 'YES BECAUSE IT IS QUARTER TO NINE AND YOU WOKE UP MY HUSBAND WHO HAS TO GET UP AT 4:30 AM TO GO TO WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
'oh-click'

Keith comes stumbling out of the bedroom where he was indeed sleeping, also thinking death or destruction when the phone rings and wakes him up out of a sound sleep. Some poor phone solicitor's death or destruction.

Okay, kitty destruction and mischief photo of the day-we don't have toddlers and I know I didn't do this:
Although I do remember Jennifer as a toddler running gleefully out of the bathroom holding the end of the toilet paper while the roll unfurled behind her throughout the whole house.