Pie Has a Big Mouth

I should clean the house and start dinner, but that sounds tremendously unappealing.  Besides, George is working and Pie's sleeping, and I get the good computer, so bonus post!  Yay!

Today was one of those days.  Not at all a bad day, I just didn't care much.  In fact, it can easily be summed up with the images one of my 54 favorite people in the world sent me.

I'm tired.  I mean really tired.  Probably could have slept last night, but Pie put an end to that.  I've tried going to sleep tonight, but the insomnia has more or less decided that's not going to happen.  I napped for two hours and now I'm up and feeling particularly pingy.  Neato!

Anyway, today just wasn't happening for me.  Aside from going to Giant Eagle, there wasn't really anything I needed to do, so it was okay.  I let Pie and her toys have run of the house while I sat around in my pajamas and drank too much chocolate milk.  At one point, I made cinnamon rolls--nothing fancy, just the kind in the exploding can--and I'm really not sure why I did that.  I wasn't hungry.  Now I am hungry and cinnamon rolls sound fantastic, but they're hard from sitting on the counter all day, so I can't eat them.  I guess we can go feed them to the ducks tomorrow. I also finished an MS Paint picture I'd working on and photoshopped something else.  They turned out great!  I thought about posting those here, but they really only make sense to the person they were for and otherwise make me look all the more insane.

Around 3:00 Pie made it clear that she was bored and wanted to be entertained.  Stupid parental responsibilities.  That's alright, though, I have a trick just for this.

When I was Pie's age my dad would sometimes take me to work with him so my mom could have a break.  Basically he'd show up, make sure everything was running the way it needed to, knock out any problems if it wasn't, buy me a soda in a glass bottle from the cool machine in back, and then we'd go get into some kind of trouble.  Which either meant Cedar Point or going for a "music ride" depending on the season.  Music rides are exactly what they sound like--driving around aimlessly, for hours, listening to fantastic music.  Sometimes I wonder what my dad did when he went to work by himself.  

Music rides probably aren't the best idea with $3 a gallon gas and all, but finding something to entertain both of us that requires minimal effort on my part seemed worth it, so I cleaned myself up, burned a couple CD's, and set off for a couple hours of back roads and music that would have been really good if I didn't feel the need to sing along.

Sometime around 5:00, Pie started getting bored and I figured I shouldn't waste anymore gas, so I headed home.  On the way, we saw a guy standing on a street corner with a sign that said, "Homeless, hungry diabetic. Anything helps."

I might be a sucker, but stuff like that breaks my heart.  I use my debit card for everything, but I try to keep a few bucks on me, just in case, so I pulled the $5 out of my pocket.  Since he was on the passenger side of the car, I had Pie hand it to him.

George hates when I do stuff like that.  Hates it.  Since we moved in together, it's always been our money, except when I give it away.  Then he gets all, "I work to support this family, not everyone else!"  We're not wealthy people by any means, but I figure we have a house and fridge full of food and $5 isn't going to make us late on the mortgage.  It's not like I see homeless people regularly, so when I do, I give what I can.  I feel good about it, and Pie apparently thinks giving someone $5 is the coolest thing she's ever done.

The minute we get home, she runs inside yelling, "Daddy!  Daddy, guess what?"

"What, baby?"

"Mumma gave money to a man standing outside!"

"What?"

"There was a man and Mumma gave him money!"  She's incredibly proud.  I'm getting a dirty look.  I'm really going to have to teach her about when to keep things to ourselves.

In other news, I completely forgot that I was going to have the Magic 8 Ball dictate my actions this weekend.  During the week there are actually things I have to do for my house to run smoothly, so I guess I'll have to wait until next weekend.  I know some people were really looking forward to that, so I'm sorry!  Remind me, because I'll really do it, I just forget stuff like that.

Being on the shitlist and all, I guess I'd really better go clean the house and think about food.