Why are Mondays so tiring?

Or rather why, after two days of not having to be somewhere, is Monday the hardest day to get up? I'm so tired and the only thing I want to do is go back to sleep. It would also probably help if I went to bed at a decent hour. I'm driving the dog crazy with my late nights, the cat on the other hand loves it. I'm going to attempt to right my schedule. Then maybe I won't look at the juniper as something that might kill me if I get too close.

Damen vs. Herren

That's right, RTL is in Germany. She's been eating hamburgers in Hamburg. (hee hee) She just called and I'm having a fabulous time laughing at her. I wish I could share the voice she did as she told me about telling the group the Kennedy "I'm a doughnut" story. I'll be laughing at that voice for days.

The really funny goof was going into the wrong bathroom because she couldn't figure out which was the men's room and which was the ladies. She went to wash her hands and there was a man washing his hands. So she hid out in the stall until he left. When she walked out of the bathroom, the receptionist saw her and starting laughing. In the telling of the story, this is the point where I was about to die laughing, so I asked "you know enough German, why couldn't you figure it out by breaking the word down?" The answer "because Vicky said it was the 4th door on the left and I went into the 4th door on the left". Somehow I don't think that she should trust the people that she works with too much.

They are off to Amsterdam tomorrow. It sounds like they have a lot of free time while they are there. Ed, who grew up there, is going to show them around and take them through the Hague. I'm kind of jealous about that. Going to the Aalsmeer Flower Market too and Vicky has convinced RTL to go to the Anne Frank house again.

And another thing.
She says: My suitcase weighs a ton and I haven't bought anything for you yet.
Me: I just want flower bulbs, cheese and chocolate. What have you put in it to make it weigh so much?
Her: I have a ton of shoes.
Me: It's not my fault you took seven pairs of shoes.
Her: I bought more shoes.
Me: I knew you bought two pairs in Spain, that shouldn't be enough to make much of a difference.
Her: I bought more.
Me: How many pair of shoes have you bought? (afraid now because she bought 9 pairs in Brazil)
Her: seven
Me: Why the fuck did you buy 7 pairs of shoes?
Her: I didn't really buy 7 pairs, but telling you I did was worth it. (laughs at me)
Me: You're evil.
Her: I am the source.

So she has already bought 3 pairs of shoes (+7) and she has her eye on 2 more pairs. I'm going to have to build a wing onto the house for the shoe fetish. And I'm really afraid to see how many shoes she ends up bringing back .

I feel so old.

I have to figure out what I did wrong too. I thought I had removed myself from the jumpfolks community, including removing them off my friends list. Alas, I'm still reading posts from jumpfolks. If anyone can tell me what I did wrong, I would appreciate it.

Why I feel old is because of the latest post on jumpfolks. Someone was celebrating their 21st birthday at Cat's Cradle while watching/listening to JLC. They were 11! when I started listening to Jump. Actually, they hadn't even turned 11 yet. I feel old.

On another note, since this will probably (hopefully) be my last post today, I finally updated my user info. Yay me! Although, I'll probably have to go back and make it pretty, for now it's functional.

One for the file

Donald Rumsfeld is giving the president his daily briefing.
He concludes by saying: "Yesterday, 3 Brazilian soldiers were killed."

"OH NO!" the President exclaims. "That's terrible!"

His staff sits stunned at this display of emotion, nervously watching as the President sits, head in hands.

Finally, the President looks up and asks, "How many is a brazillion?"