Yet Another Weekend

spent with the ILs. It was fun; it was busy; it was Dad's 80th birthday.

But what I want to share today are some pics of the World's Crappiest Parking Lot. Yeppers. WalMart, in Inlawville:

It probably doesn't show up here, but there are cement islands, which would normally help the flow of traffic, but which basically create dead-ends and narrow throughways.

There are no less than 4 angles at which you may park, all of which are used in every aisle.

There are "one way" aisles and "two way" aisles occurring with no discernable logic--usually a two-way becomes a one way in the middle of the lot, with the only indication there is a change of direction being the cement island which appears of of nowhere.

How we have managed, in several trips over the course of several years, to not end up with a car that is metal hash, is beyond me. Every driver in the place is so busy screaming to him- or herself about how stupid the parking lot is, I'm surprised anyone gets into the store to shop.

Oh, one last thing--there's ONE way in and ONE way out--and all the lanes converge at the traffic light.

We're going there in a month, and I'll try to get better, clearer pictures of this planned fiasco then.

It's What's For Dinner

And no, I do not mean beef.

Tonight, I came one step closer to becoming my mother.

My mother, for years, we joked, would set things on fire on the stove top. Not food--tea kettles, burner covers, Tupperware, tea towels. The smoke alarm would go off warning us that we would have yet another episode to add to the chronicles of Things Mom Set On Fire.

In my time, I've managed to scorch a tea kettle and ONE burner cover.

Tonight, I beat even my mother's knack for destroying by stove top--I turned on the wrong burner and managed to damage the large glass frying pan lid. The lid wasn't lit up yet, so it wasn't as bad as it could be--but the burner was, and it somehow warped the drip pan and the burner. The glass lid now has a chunk out of it--where the heat was highest at the rim, it cracked, and when it cooled enough to be in the touchable range, a chunk of the glass came out.

There are also visible and nearly invisible cracks (leave it to Mr. Auto Glass Installer to find the nearly invisible ones.)

So, I am now well on my way to becoming my mother. Kevin has already taken to calling me from his cellphone at Time-to-Start-Dinner and asking me to look and tell him if there's anything inside the oven, or on the stove top...and to tell him whether or not the correct burners are on.

Pray for me.

Warning, Will Robinson!

I had a warning on this blog--due to "Tits and Tats." Not that it offended me (because who doesn't like a good titty-show?), but I thought it might be considered a bit much to the unsuspecting among us.

I'm guessing that I was unduly worried and should leave well enough alone.

OW!

My back decided that today would be a good day to seize--apparently, the response, "Upright and breathing" when asked "How are you?" needed to be stopped.

I am, for the record, mostly upright. And that is thanks to pity on the part of the managers at work. No way I would've been able to stay at work, even for those paltry 6 hours, without a chair. Although, to be fair, it also had to do with the need to cut hours and not having a body to stand in my place.

And still, I'd forget and move the wrong way. OWie!

I'm currently a little buzzed from the muscle relaxers. Niiiiiice. I walk funny, and I actually say, out loud, "Owie." How sad...

Except that I, at least, am not the woman who came in tonight in her pajamas. Maybe she thought it was a dress, but I swear it looked like the nightshirt that Wee Willie Winkie is wearing in EVERY illustation I've ever seen of him.

I Crack Me Up

This is a shameless, self-congratulatory post.

I finally did create a blog for The Bee. It's called A Bee in My Bonnet and it's hilarious, if I say so myself.

So little time, so much Bee.