Thursday Complaints (because on the fifth day of the week I find I can hold back no longer)

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1. My husband has had the nerve to complain lately (sometimes before 9 am!) that he is ”so hot!” because the temperature has actually gone above 75 degrees. Gee babe. I’m so sorry it’s getting a little sticky for you. It’s not like I have a growing furnace in my uterus and am hauling around nearly twenty-five extra pounds or anything. 

2. Last night when we arrived home after picking up Chinese for dinner after work, we discovered my meal was missing. Since he had paid for it, Sweet Cheeks returned to the restaurant, where they were extremely apologetic, and threw in dessert we hadn’t ordered for free. I’m thinking the six balls of sugar-dusted fried dough I ate cancelled out my steamed vegetable meal. Chubbs! Thanks fer nuthin, people.

3. Earlier this week, we took Pitter to Eagle Creek State Park to check out the playgrounds and the “beach” at the large reservoir. Always in search of a place to safely throw rocks into water–one of Pitter’s favorite new diversions–I hoped that the life-guarded beach might be a new summer hangout. Wellll, the beach is next to the highway, the shoreline is approx. two feet wide, and there were few rocks to be found. (The playground was nice, though.)

Might I mention that upon our arrival, we passed a threesome in the parking lot representative of the beach clientele: a half naked man with requisite beer bottle and a woman attached to each arm–one blind with bruises all over her legs, the other either mildly mentally-handicapped or drunk (with her eyes half-closed she walked into our car while slurring a HELLO!).  Which of the three would you expect to get behind the driver’s seat of the tan pick-up truck?

Not him. The handicapped/drunk woman!

By the time we got to the beach, she proceeded to drive the truck into a tree.

SMASH!

Then, like Yosemite Sam screaming about Bugs Bunny’s shinanigans,  her male colleague got out of the vehicle and pitched a fit, throwing his hat on the ground and jumping up and down. This suggested to me that he was probably unfit to drive as well, given his surprise that this was the outcome of the situation.

And guess what happened next? The lifeguards ran over to see if they were all right, and then? They allowed the threesome to drive away.  Let’s just say that all of my questions about some of the wacky and dangerous behavior I see on the roads of Indiana have now been answered. Good grief.

4. We have a really pretty little two-pond, rock-lined waterfall down a hill in our backyard. Pitter enjoys scaring the crap out of me by standing too close to the water. Last fall, we didn’t get around to cleaning the leaves out of it. Last weekend, I did. It was a smelly, mosquito-infested, rotting pile of junk job that made my back hurt for days afterwards. (Although I did find a cute frog living in there.)

I unclogged the pumping device and managed to get the waterfall going, but within a few hours, the lower pool had nearly emptied while the upper pool remained full. Days later, I am having the same problem. Where the hell is the water going?

Of course, this appliance/landscaping wonder is the only mechanical device the previous homeowner did not leave warranty/instructions for. Arrgh.

5. I seem incapable of blogging this week without using lists. Pregnant brain is getting mushier by the day.

6. Also, right on schedule, at 26 weeks, I am ravenously hungry, and require food every 2-3 hours. I suppose if this kid is about 2lbs right now, he need to quadruple his weight to get to the size Pitter was when he was born, and he’s only got between 12 and 15 weeeks to do it. But Mama is sick of eating!

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