4:32 I think that's what the cool kids are calling it. Sounds like a German word for farfungurgle. Meaning 'she shit her pants!'

4:32 I should go ahead and add the 4 minutes before the first type when I clicked PROFILE and MY STUFF 50 truckin' times before I realized how to post another blog on here. <i>maybe, Traci you should blog more than once in here</i>

PS, I am trying not to use profanity.

4:24 Jump in the time machine with me; Lil V is hanging out nibbly on the sofa nearby. He wants me to watch him play MLB '08. I'd rather poke an eye than watch another simulation ball game.

4:26 It's not like I don't enjoy close proximity time with my dearest son, it's just that I have a chill and the basement is colder.

4:26 I should be typing any second how you should never ever balance your mug of English Afternoon Tea on your laptop....so far so good.

4:28 'Moooommmmm......why won't anyone come down with me to watch me play the playstation.....' the words make me wanna jump outta my skin. I knew it was a mater of time.

'moooommmmmm....um? you know what?'

'no, what?'

'uh....i forgot. wanna <i>plaaaaayy</i> baseball with me?'

'It's raining, fool?!'

'heheheheee heee....imma not a fool! Imma Lil V. No....you wanna play PS2 MLB '08? I will set it on Rookie and let you bat first. Then I can show you the trick how to hit a homerun and dive to the basessss....'

His talking is continuing, my head is about to explode. I just switched Little Bear on. he seems content.

4:29 'YEAH! I really wanted to watch Little Bear!'

4:40 so, I got in a funk today. this lady invited me out for a pedicure. She lured me with promises of a quiet spa that offers the sweet deal of a wednesday special of mani/pedi for 23 bucks. I'm in. She says it's about a 15 minute drive away. It wasn't, it was 30 minutes away and when I got there she was just getting her polish on. In hindsight I should have walked out. She didn't even leave a chair next to her for me, and then when she is done says the special no longer exist and now the pedi's are $40 a pop, the massage wasn't that great AND she bailed on me: 'I was going to stay at sit with you, but I think I will run to the book store instead'

So I drove 30 minutes 3 towns over, blew 40 on a sub par pedi, to sit alone at this salon while some <s>cunt</s>annoying young girl sits on her Iphone talking rather loudly about her boyfriend and his next trip to rehab. When in plain fucking sight are HUGE signs saying 'Cell Phones Strictly Prohibited'.

dropped the ball on the profanity.

ugh.

4:45 should sooo get off my arse. I have the remaining non parishables on the counters still. I got back from the market at 2:30, should really put them away.

4:46 but I do feel a bit decadent sitting around doing nothing while the kitchen is kinda messy. This is liberating.

I kinda want to ask-if it's not totally inappropriate-what other families of 4 spend on food. I make a menu, clip coupons, shop ever other week and still spend $400 each time. It breaks down by $70 at the organic market/trader joes/whole foods, and $330 at the regular grocer.

4:51 by my math that is about $2.80 a meal per person. That doesn't seem bad.

4:55 last night I had a MOMS club annual banquet, and I was suupper pumped because I found my fav wine at the liquor store. The restaurant was BYOB(like a lot are here in Jersey)so I would crack a bottle. YAY me. The ladies put on a great party. But when the president came over to chat about her high risk pregnancy, bed rest, spotting, etc all I could concentrate on was her watch. She kept moving and I was getting a migraine while I tried to figure out if the watches second hand ticks or is concentric, and if it reaches the numbers-otherwise it would be a fake Rolex. Why I know that or why I care are two questions I just can't answer for you.

4:59 that wine is so good. You should check it out. The Prisoner. http://www.orinswift.com/

5:01 time to serve up a glass.

5:05 okay-bored with it all. I am off to gather my kitchen, because I just can't deal any longer.

So, have I told you about how I am a natural salesman? Not like a sleazy car salesman, but like I could sale you your ill behaved children with colon problems that you left at the Fire Department.

That should be my platform on why I should run right out and steal Kim's fucking job from Greenscape Landscaping. 'Cuz that beotch needs a lesson in <i>customer service</i>.

Seriously, if so inclined I would love for her to break it down for me, 'cuz why in fucksake would I <i>like</i> to pay for 1/2 an acre of service when I only have about a cubic foot of grass to maintain?

This makes sense somewhere, no?

Oh, that's right IT DOESN'T.

When I placed my second phone call asking why they didn't honor the competitors pricing originally agreed to, she said-'it cost my truck that much just to get there....'

How does one say 'Isn't that something your punk asses should have thought of before hand' and 'Whose fuckin' problem is THAT?!' at the same exact moment, you ask.

"Please remit my invoice, along with your superiors contact info and cancel my service agreement."

That's how.