A wasted afternoon. Patrick calls me about 10:30 this morning asking me to come over. I tell him I can't, Monica has the car seats. So he offers to come get me, thats fine. They have a car seat. Kim (Patricks wife) calls me back a half hour later to tell me that they have to stop at the dollar store to pick up a dust pan. OK. They showed up here about 12:30. Its only a 15 minute drive from their house to here. Oh yeah, they made some other stops along the way. But by the time they got here, Monica was home for lunch, and there really wasn't much point in me going with them, since I'd have had to leave in an hour anyways. So Patrick came over to the computer and fiddled with it, as usual, until Monica left and Kim got bored. But I may go down there tomorrow, now that we have the car seats back. Kim wants help carving a pumpkin; Patrick hates doing it.

I wish everything and everybody worked the way its supposed to. If that were the case, then my wife would be happier and my hosue would be cleaner because I'd work around the house every day instead of sitting in front of this damn thing. I wouldn't have had to leave my machine every 5 minutes at work to take care of my trim box because the idiot thats supposed to be doing it wouldn't be standing around talking to the packers. The bander at work would actually be a good machine because it would work right all the time. Food would be cooked right every time you order it, weathermen would actually be respected, and repairmen would be non-existant because everything worked so well. My wife would have left me a note or a message on the cell phone saying she wouldn't be home when I came here on my lunch break. Though there is nothing wrong with her cooking; this pulled beef is yummy even after 2 days.