Garfield the cat
has always warned us about Mondays, but has anyone listened? Nope, I
don't think so. But it's the truth, they suck, and they especially
suck when you get two in a row. How can you get two Mondays in a row?
Monday is a sneaky bastard, when it's a holiday, or even an extra day
off from school. Tuesday then fills in for Monday. So sometimes you
get two, count' em two, Mondays in one week.
Monday was a
real bastard this week. Monday was the last day of Spring break for
the rest of the family. Preparations had to be made for Tuesday, the
first day back from a week off. This in turn made Tuesday a Monday.
But Monday is a hog and couldn't just let it go this week, as it had
to have both days. So while I was out getting ready for Tuesday, (the
real Monday), Monday reared it's ugly head to show everyone who's
boss. After the boys urged me to wash my Chevy Blazer because it sat
under a tree for a week that made it dirty, I caved in and went to
the car wash. Monday wasn't happy with me cleaning my rig Monday
needed to take down a Toyota Prius.
Now you may have
heard me call the drivers of the Hybrid gas and electric cars “Pious
Prius drivers,” but I'm going to have to take it back this time.
With my Blazer still dripping from it's car wash I decided to try to
make a left turn onto one of the south bound lanes of a busy 4 lane
road that had a turning lane in the middle. Monday decided that it
would complicate things, and as I pulled out to turn all Hell broke
loose. Monday made a driver decide to turn into the lane I was to go
through, Monday turned the driver behind him into a speeding maniac,
and made a south bound Prius appear from nowhere all at the same
time. With very little time to react I hit the Prius with the corner
of my right bumper.
The driver of
the other car made it to the curb, and I followed and parked behind
him. I screwed up, mainly because I shouldn't have tried to go left
at that spot in the first place. He was simply traveling down the
road, and I hit his car. I waited for traffic to clear and opened my
door. I noticed that I had a dent in my bumper and that was about it.
Not a big deal at all, but his car was a mess. His front end was
messed up, and his driver's door was crunched.
The other driver
got out of his car. He was a gentleman that looked to be in his 60s,
and he headed to the sidewalk where I was standing. I started
apologizing profusely. Everyone was OK, the man was smiling and told
me “don't beat yourself up it was just an accident.” But I kept
thinking I shouldn't have made a left in that spot and should have
gone right and figured out how to turn around someplace. We exchanged
information, and even had a witness show up. My kids couldn't help
themselves and had to get out onto the sidewalk and see what
happened. They were fine, everyone was fine, and Monday had it's big
laugh.
I mentioned that
my insurance agent was just down the street, and I suggested that we
head there and just take care of everything at once. The driver of
the Prius agreed, and we paid a visit to my insurance agent of many
years. She was on the phone when we arrived but was off shortly
afterwards and I explained to her what had happened. She was
fantastic, she gave us accident forms to fill out that she would mail
to the DMV for us, and started taking care of my victim. She even
recommended a body shop for him to visit. If I had to run into
someone this was the guy I wanted to run into. I apologized some
more, we shook hands, and he headed to his car. I chatted with my
insurance agent a bit about my overall coverage then headed home.
After using a
couple tie straps on the plastic of my bumper I finished my errands
with the boys. We headed to Wendy's hamburgers for lunch, and I broke
my no beef eating diet just this once. The rest of the day was fine,
but Monday was waiting for me again on Tuesday.
No, I didn't
crash into anything Tuesday morning, but 6:30 a.m. felt like it
crashed into my head. I was used to getting up late for the week of
Spring break, and now here I was having some coffee and making
breakfast for everyone, lunches for the three that had to go to
school, and starting off my week in a daze. This morning actually
felt more like Monday, and I have way too many things to do. If only
I could deal with it like Garfield and put a blanket over my head and
sleep through it. It was a frantic morning but then with everyone
gone I had my serenity.
I took time to
relish the one triumph that I had on Monday. I found the right
mixture of boric acid, sugar, and water to wipe out my ant problem. I
placed the mixture right on their trail in a small dish, then the
pesky little buggers drank it down like tainted Kool-aid. They took
doggy bags back to their queen, then died later from lack of insect
Pepto-Bismol. BWAHAHA, I am an Ant Bully! It serves them right
crawling into my box of granola, and just for your information ants
taste like crap.
“Die you
little bastards die! BWAHAHAHA!”
As a Chihuahua
uses me as a ladder to get down from the back of the sofa I am
thankful. Instead of telling Monday to stick it, I'm going to use
this hour to write before I start working on my daily drudgery and
I'll ask Monday to be kind to me. I'll buy it a doughnut if it's
good. I'll write praise for Monday and stop condemning it.
Nah! Monday can
stick it where the sun doesn't shine! Up yours Monday! Pfffffffft!
I'm a dead man.
Dan's A#1 sugar
ant killing sauce:
Make a mixture
of:
1 cup water
2 cups
sugar
2
tablespoons boric acid
Mix and serve.
It takes a couple of days for them to fill up and croak.