Lesson #132 - The Man Can Be A Himbecile On Occasion

Just when I thought The Man was...he does something that proves - deep down - he is a himbecile (also - thank you so much iCarly for this fantastic word)

Anynickelodeon...the other day, The Man and I were at Target picking something up (on a side note - why is it that we can NEVER make it out of that place without spending a gazillion dollars?!) and we stopped at the air filter aisle. You know - the big ones for your home air unit.

So, The Man picks up a filter - one that was 14x24 - and said to me, "I am pretty sure this is the size we need." Of course, my educated response was, "Well, did you check the old air filter before we left the house?" I never got an answer...figures.

We finally get home - after spending a gazillion dollars - and The Man goes downstairs to install the new filter. After an obscene amount of banging and other loud noises coming from the basement (enough to make the children cry), The Man emerges - semi-victorious; semi-winded. I asked him what all the fuss was about - since it was clearly fussy enough to anger the chitlins:

TM: "It looks like the air filter I got was a little too large."
ME: "Oh, well which one should you have gotten? That way I can remember for next time."
TM: "I don't know. It looks like it was maybe 2 inches too big. I had to shove it in on the sides."
ME: "Ok...so it should have been a 12x24 then, right?
TM: "I'm not sure. I mean, I don't know exactly how much larger it was than the old one."
ME: "Didn't you look at the old one. What did the side of the filter say?"
TM: "I don't know."
ME: "You do know that there are measurements on the sides of those filters, right?"
TM: "Yeah. I know."
ME: "...and what did it say?"
TM: "12x24"

*cricket - cricket - cricket*

SERIOUSLY?!

Lesson #78 - When It Rains, It Pours {Part II}

So, as most of you have read here, I was stricken with DEATH about 2 weeks ago (actually it WAS 2 weeks ago - exactly - today)!! Let me tell you...it was no fun!

I was starting to feel normal again on Sunday - that would be Feb 28th - but I still wasn't myself. I had to be on a plane on Monday morning, though, so off to the office I went (actually, the man drove me there b/c I wasn't sure I could make it on my own) to pick up some things in prep for my trip.

I showed up to the office to find 3 co-workers also in the throngs of paperwork. I showed my face, said a few words, picked up my things and headed on my way. Actually, I put in a good 2 hours of work...on a SUNDAY folks (isn't there a rule about it being a day of rest??)!!

I was up on Monday morning - before the sun - and the man drive me to the airport. My stomach was queasy and I hadn't eaten any REAL food since Wednesday evening...when this whole debacle began! I ignored it, though, and tried to go about my business.

Fast-forward the six hour plane trip (thank GOODNESS it was non-stop) and I have reached my destination. It was warm and sunny and a nice change of pace from the cold and snow that has been plaguing this area (just the cold now - not the snow so much). After picking up the one bag I checked from the carousel, It was off I went to pick up the rental car from Hertz.

Now, Hertz touts itself for being speedy and organized. Well, maybe I picked the wrong rental counter because GOOD GRIEF!! It took me almost 90 minutes to get my SCHWEET Navigator - between standing in lines and finally reaching the counter. I then drove back to the airport to pick up two other folks who were traveling with me - and our luggage.

We get to the hotel in about 20 minutes or so...I was driving cautiously because of my co-workers...otherwise I think I could have gotten there in 10 minutes flat...and I am POOPED beyond belief! I mean, I could barely stand - my stomach was killing me - my head was throbbing - a nap HAD to be in my future - and to top it all off...I only had about 10 minutes to get myself together in my digs before meeting the boss for lunch downstairs...UGH!

After lunch I tried taking a nap (on one of the most comfortable Marriott beds EVER) but I had gotten to the point where I was so tired that I wasn't anymore. So, against my better judgment, I took the rental car and went to find the nearest Target to pick up some essentials (Note: For those of you who travel...I never pack ANY toiletries - it just doesn't make any darn sense...not only that, but it makes your bags MUCH lighter. Make-up, sure...but no shower items...just pick those up when you get to your destination and leave them there...I'm telling you - much easier)!

Which brings us here...my mecca...(rays of sun and angels singing)...

In case any of you want to know what a San Diego Target looks like...the above picture is of just that!

Anywho, I got back to the hotel and felt worse...figures that shopping couldn't cure me. So I took a shower (with my newly purchased products) and headed off to bed. Work would be coming my way at 7am the next morning and I was not ready for it...I knew that much!

My friends, my friends...I wish I could have just called in dead for the week...it only goes down hill from here!