1:52 p.m. - 26 May 2003
A is for Aggravation
A is for Aggravation
All of a sudden there are several small things that are irritating me. Nothing very big, just little aggravations.
Like Clay not winning American Idol (all that stuff I said about Buffy and obsessing about TV? Yeah, it applies to American Idol, too), in large part because I can see myself buying a CD of Clay's, but R&B is one of the few genres of music that I don't particularly care for, so it's unlikely that I'd ever buy anything Ruben recorded. Slightly embarrassing moment alert: I actually downloaded all of Clay's performances from the final Tuesday show. I know that "This is the Night" is a horrible song, but I cannot stop listening to it. Lee may solve the problem for me by bashing the computer if he hears it one more time.
The rain is also incredibly aggravating. I haven't been able to take care of the garden because it's either about to rain, raining, or has just finished raining so that the ground is mooshy. The plants are happy as clams, but so are the weeds. And of course, Round Up washes off if it rains. Yesterday was the first day in a couple of weeks that it didn't rain at all. We didn't think it would rain by today, so I was going to mow the grass this afternoon. Except, of course, that it rained all night, so everything is still wet. It's driving Lee absolutely batshit.
I made fondue last night. At least, I tried to. I used my heaviest pot and just about the lowest setting on the stove, and the cheese still broke as soon as it hit the liquid. This is the third time I've tried to make fondue, and it's broken every time. It still tastes pretty good (especially on the tomato-basil-parmesean bread I made last week from a mix from Williams-Sonoma), it's just all clumpy and sad. I'm at a loss to figure out any other way to try to prevent it, other than making it in my little bitty crock-pot.
Lee and I went a couple of different places on Saturday, and the theme of the day was "Let's make them wait." We had to wait when we dropped the car off for an oil change; the dry cleaner made me wait for a good fifteen minutes before they found the clothes I dropped off last Saturday -- in the dirty bin, so it'll be tomorrow until they're actually ready to be picked up; when we went for lunch, the service was depressingly slow; we had to wait to pick up the car; and when I went to Wal-Mart, I waited for at least twenty minutes to find someone to get a box of Legos off the top shelf. Incredibly aggravating.
This has been an entry for AlphaBytes. I'm working my way through the alphabet backwards just because I can.
And I'm finally done, two months after I should have been. Just in time for another collab to start...
