Where to begin? I'm drinking cheap-ass wine from a Solo Cup, which is good. Well, for starters, I tried to get my car inspected this week โ€” the tags are expired โ€” but it failed. I got it fixed, putting the too damn much on a credit card that isn't maxed out. But as I was about to leave they said, "Oh, and you have to drive for a full cycle before you can get it inspected." And it's 50-75 miles. And there's no way to know if you've run a whole cycle until they plug it in, at which point your on the hook for the one free re-inspection you get. And your MIL is leaving with that car tomorrow, so there's not really time for you to get it inspected.

So... yeah. Anyway, at least I can get it done Monday.

When I got home, I found out the city had decided that our Preserve for Native Grasses and Wildflowers was in violation of their stupid weed codes THANKS OBAMA, so I'll have to mow it (more on this below.

Friday, PhMom had a vacay day (we had wanted to drive down to see the relatives, but money was too tight). It was pretty much a Saturday. It's nice, but it throws me off. And at the store, she told me I shouldn't be spending money on beer, which is true, but... BEER. I'm broke, and all I want to do is go out and buy all the alcohol in the world. Sucks. Then we had a squabble over how I don't clean up stuff that I say I'm going to. And that's accurate. I suck. Sometimes I just want to shout out, "Okay, I'm worthless, I'm stupid, whatever." But I know that would be unhelpful.


The fight was about this love seat we were selling on Craigslist that I really didn't want to get rid of. But... 50 bucks.

Today, we were supposed to get pictures, because we had a really good coupon. The kids were all three so cute and bright all the way there, laughing and smiling all you could want. And then we got into the studio. We wanted at least one picture where all three kids were looking at the camera, holding a pose, and smiling.


We ended up giving it up as a lost cause and just going and playing on the mall play place. This brought me way down, particularly once I started imagining how my wife was going to bitch at me for not being able to get the kids to behave, and I started getting pissy and defensive.

Let me reiterate: I was getting pissed in response to a chastisement THAT HADN'T EVEN HAPPENED. That is so me.

Things got a little better the rest of the day, until I got home and decided to do something about the lawn. I got the mower out (which we hadn't used for a while) put some gas in it, and then watched as it spewed gasoline out of the side every time I pulled the crank.


And around this time, we realized that the AC was blowing, but not blowing cold air. It's only 2 years old, and under manufacturer's warranty, I think. But the company we bought it from, 6 months later went out of business, so that's kind of up in the air SEE WHAT I DID THERE?

We went to Walmart to get the fish fillets we were cooking for suppers and because we needed to be somewhere with AC, and that's where I decided I was going to get some cheap wine, because wine. And the kids were pretty trying tonight, as usual. We tried to do some dishes (our dishwasher doesn't exactly work. It cleans maybe half of the stuff you put in it), but gave it up, and I tried my wine. The Oak Leaf Merlot was shit. Way, way too sweet. Not like Sweet Red sweet, but too sweet for Merlot. The Shiraz is much more pleasing. I'm on my second glass (PhDad wine regulation 061502: if you refill a glass before it's empty, it's still just one glass).

Writing it all down, it actually doesn't seem all that bad. Which sucks, because I was looking forward to a good whine to go with my bad wine.


And yes, I would like some cheese to go with that whine. Some white cheddar, please, sharp enough to cut glass, with some Triscuits and a glass of Pinot Noir.