Between Netflix being broken this week and stopping the flow of Lady Movies to my mailbox and NBC seemingly showing fucking beach volleyball every minute of the Olympics (please jebus, please let them show Fencing or Ping-Pong or ANYTHING but Misty-Morn in a bikini), mama ain't happy. Seriously, beach volleyball? I joked about it in a staff meeting this morning and a girl I don't much care for looked at me coldly and informed me it was an awesome sport. Okay, but seriously America, the Mute button is in heavy heavy use right now due to the commentators and their non-stop endless blathering about Phelps and how every other country kinda sucks but America rules. Also, speaking of America, every time a "leader" such as C. Rice has chastised Russia this week, I weep tears of insane laughter at the way the pot is in my kitchen calling the kettle black. It sounds like I'm grumpy but really I'm not, I'm just letting off a little Rant Steam as AH is still away and is the usual recipient of my diatribes. I'm all backed up over here. Project Single Mother ends tomorrow night and I will officially hand over the car keys and the video baby monitor and demand my props, in full. And a beer.
In other news, I really really like my job. A lot.