I’m doing laundry today, and I had a hamper of clothes sitting on my bedroom floor, ready to be washed. 2 of the items happened to be my Oiler jerseys, which I’m going to wash and put away for the summer. Stanley is laying on my Pronger jersey. I figure he should pee on it.

Now… off the hockey rant. Yesterday at work, Miz THANG (my problem woman) said to me, “Bev, I was so proud of you when you left the snack table for someone else to deal with, and followed C to read books!” I nearly laughed in her damn face! She talked to me as if I was one of the 3 year olds. LMAO…. I just nodded, and went on with things. Then later she was “telling me” of some things that needed to be done for this child’s transition to his new school next year. I told her what I could get ready, and she argued with me…. in this case I know I’m right, and she’s off base, but I determined right at that time that you can NOT tell her anything, so I finally get it! I’m just going to nod my head from now on. Pfffft