My boss and Paris Hilton

Alright - another post comprised mostly of ramblings partly due to the fact that I've spent a good portion of my day re-editing letters for minuet, insignificant, and over all stupid details AFTER they were already okayed by the person now asking that I re-edit them for the thousandth time. All this while being constantly interrupted by the phone ringing which doesn't sound so bad now, but if you were anticipating the kinds of questions that I am, you'd also be ready to take a sledge hammer to the damn phone and then toss it out the window. No, we will not come to your house to cut up your tree that fell in your yard no matter how old or just plain lazy you are. No, we will not pay for flood damage to your million dollar home because you were on vacation in the tropics and were unable to sand bag your foundation, we're sorry the rain gods aren't answering our emails right now and continue to rain their godly torrents no matter how many times we put "READ ME" in the subject line. And no, I do not like green eggs and ham no matter where it's being served SO STOP ASKING! Okay, so I made that last one up. No one has actually asked me that question....yet.

Something I am completely informed of and ready to complain about however, is the fact that Paris Hilton was let out of jail today. Come on people, can't we lock her away for life just for being stupid and dimensioning the over all quality of life for people world wide? Or, at the very least, can we have her sterilized so that future generations do not have to be plagued with the disease that is "Simple Life" or in her prospective child's case "Simple Life, Jr"? Not that I , an intelligent brunette as most of us are, have anything against the blond haired people of this world, but it's been my experience that any blond with a name like Paris, Candy or any other such names strung out stripper mothers have come up with, are with out question or further evaluation needed, dumb. Especially if they listen to country music and can't understand why Alaska and Hawaii have such different climates because "they're right next to each other" (thanks Kris, I stole your story but that's what girlfriends are for right?). Thankfully my strung out stripper mom was nice enough to pass her dark hair genes onto me and be slightly more sober than usual so she didn't write down the first word that popped into her head on the birth certificate. And Mom, if you're reading this, of course I know you weren't actually a stripper :)

More to come later but I can't promise that it's going to be any more interesting and in all probability, the quality of content will diminish as the week progresses and you can guarantee you won't be able to read my posts by the time weekend is in full swing. Unless, you have your beer goggles on to. hehehe.