This is gonna be a short one

People have developed this strange habit of thinking my life is interesting.

They tend to acquire this strange train of thought soon after reading my blog.

I have sad news for you readers; my life is really rather boring most of the time.

You all are quite aware that there are several things in this world that annoy me. Ranking up toward the top of that list is those individuals who hold themselves on a pedestal above everyone else.

In a word, cocky.

So keep that in mind as a I say this: I think that my writing skills are slightly above average.

As you may have guessed, I don't say that in a bragging way, just sort of an "Oh, hey. That's cool I guess."

Wrapping all of that up, my life isn't all that exciting, I have simply developed a writing style which allows me to describe the events of my daily being alive-ness in a way that makes it slightly entertaining to read.

With that in mind, I'm going to recap my Wednesday, beginning on Christmas of 2009.

Probably the most useful thing I received for the holy holiday was my CamelBak water bottle.

After just a few days of having it in my ownership, it was at my side at all times ready to rehydrate the easily dehydrateable person that is me.

Sadly, after about 7 months of using it every damn day it decided to give up on me and die.

So I go to Target and buy a new one.

I've had it about 4 days, and last night I can't find it to save my life and I'm freaking out.

I begin to root through my car like a madman, and give up after checking behind my subwoofers (located in my trunk directly behind the back seats) by pulling the box back a few inches.

At the time I thought nothing of it, but when I got into my car to go to work at 8:05 this morning and turned my car on to hear nothing but the purr of the 2.5 liter beast, I begin to worry.

I get all the way to work and am rooting around in my trunk looking like a complete fool before I realize what must have happened, and noticed that two wires are justa hanging loosey goosey.

After a massive sigh, the realization that it's 8:27 hit's me and I walk into CBRC.

Work had a crazy amount of ups and downs.

I got to nap.

We went to see Ice Age 3, and after a few minutes of realizing it was the same damn movie Disney has been making for decades, I lose interest and nod off.

I wake up near the end, and the 8 year old next to me flips out and asks why I was asleep.

A few seconds later I nodded off again and almost fell on the shoulder of the kid next to me.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful minus George (from yesterday) repeating yesterday's act.

I walk to the indoor pool to retrieve George from swim lessons.

George will not get out of the hot tub.

I tell Alden, he's going fishing. Fishing for a 4 year old.

He casts his reel and gets a solid bite, and hands he his squirming, squealing catch to take back to the rockwall room.

20 minutes later George is making the whining noise and it just sorta bounces off me.

5:30 finally rolls around, and I get to go home.

Wait, no I don't, it seems that a total of 12 kids' parents think that we are actually open until whenever they feel like picking their children up. We are pretty explicit about charging 5 dollars for every 15 minutes they are late picking up their children, yet they still whine, make excuses, and try to get out of it.

It's like I'm in elementary school and I'm explaining to my teacher why there was no possible way I could do my math homework, and it is in no way my fault.

The highlight of the day was this: Josh and I are talking during lunch, and a kid runs up to us in a panic and says this:

"Guys, I'm really hungry, but I don't want to eat. What should I do?"

It was at this point, that two kids start to act up. We are going to refer to them as Kaden and Ian.

Ian called Kaden stupid, and so Kaden threw a gold fish at Ian.

They resolve this situation by running up to me and whining about it, simultaneously convinced that they both did nothing wrong.

I say "I'll be right back guys."

And I go on my break.

Following work, I traveled immediately to Josh's to do a few minor things to my car. Sound system fixed, and now it is nice and shiny inside and out.

It's all dandy except now it had developed a quirk that entails the car not starting unless the positive terminal on the battery has been mashed down a bit.

Yea, I kinda wanna kick my car in the balls right now.

Or maybe just do autocross with it.

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