Choose to be Amused

Okay, I admit it: I love my view. I'm a sucker for it, and will never, ever get tired of staring out my window. [*Happy sigh*]

Of course, my mom's view ain't too shabby either. And I had better get going SOON before she has a cow (I'm going to stay over there tonight).

I could tell that it was time for a (almost) weekly visit because she was getting cranky when I called last night. I mean, what else do you call it when an 80 year old rePlies to your comments with, "WhatEVER."

Just wanted to share the photo and today's horriblescope, which I found vastly amusing:

You might as well acknowledge upfront that you won't be able to do everything that you planned today. Your calendar is so stuffed with meetings and errands and work that one tiny slip will be enough to take down your entire schedule. Don't fight it by trying to keep everything on track; you'll feel a lot better once you let go of your control and admit that you're human.

That's sort of related to an incident this afternoon where someone sent a stunningly snippy, whiny e-mail to us playing the martyr because we hadn't gotten back to him within a day. Sorry, but half the staff + same amount of work = time lag. Deal with it. Jeez.

Anyway, his e-mail was just so spectacularly whiny that one of my coworkers thought we were making it up! And they claim WOMEN have moody days. Sheesh.

Really, fella, it is NOT "all about you". Get some therapy already or something and get over yourself.

Actually, it didn't bother me overly much because (a) it wasn't addressed to me specifically, (b) I chose to laugh at his insane level of insecurity, and (c) I observed that if any of the children in our various families behaved this way, they would have gotten a good smack (or in these seriously PC days, merely a Very Firm Talking To).

In fact, I felt positively entertained by the whole thing because I made 2 of my co-workers snort with laughter (really, it's quite gratifying to make someone literally cry with laughter -- when it's on purpose) over my snarky [unsent] reply to Mr. Snippy.

All because after contemplating the writer's truly astounding self-absorbed sniveling, I merely muttered (sotto voce, because the Diversity Police would slap me with a fine) "Hmmm...I'm very sorry to hear about the size of his pe***."

And on THAT note, I'd better scoot before my mom gives me a Very Firm Talking To for being late.