Invisibility Cloak

Hello

I am just off the vacation wagon. Gawd this sucks nuts sitting back in my cool blue cubicle. Freezing my digits off, catching up on all the work I missed while out.

This latest vacation was quite different. I ended up taking time off from the club as well. So actually having a 9 day vacation is quite extra ordinary. The biggest difference was that I actually sat on the couch for most of the time. Not including going to see Harry Potter’s latest flick and taking a family road trip to drop off my broken transmission to be rebuilt. Oh and I did pry my ass off the couch to go to Red Lobster with Kitty on Saturday.
A few days before our (Hubby and my) latest vacation started I learned that my dear husband needed a swift kick in the ass and the only one who could do it was me. My efforts to leave out his personal beezwax has intruded on my explanations as to why I had to take time off from the club to baby sit him this whole past week. I really do hope that I will feel comfortable enough to return to the club this weekend.
Other than the baby sitting, yelling, arguing and making up part the vacation was nonproductive and aided me in gaining a few pounds. Partly from comfort food and the other from sitting on my ass reading the latest Harry Potter.

The newest book is long and full of suspense and action. I found myself awake at night trying to figure out what all the clues meant and bothered because I thought I knew things Harry didn’t. Anyhow, I won’t give away any details.

I received the strangest email from someone on myspace last week. Here it is verbatim:
“Last time a Harry Potter book came out he stole my car and drunk drove to go get it.
Then again, you were screwing around with him behind my and your hubby's back in our bed and at that park and god knows where else so it's not like you actually care about morals.”
I wonder how Harry stole her car when he’s supposed to be in England? And exactly how am I supposed to be screwing around with Harry Potter? Although his latest modeling pictures are fantastic!
I’m leaving out the “identity” of the person who sent it to me. Only because I think she was drunk when she wrote it and I don’t know her anyway.

My transmission is still broken. The shop that rebuilds Subaru transmissions was missing one part for the rebuilt transmission I wanted. They told me it was on National Backorder. Crappy thing is that they were telling me they would get the part in every other day so they strung me along for an extra week before I decided to have them build a different transmission. I’m feeling a bit bitter about this. After I became impatient, they started pushing a far more expensive transmission on me. Assuming I would be able to whip out a credit card and pay anything just have my car back. Um no. I don’t have a credit card and I refuse to be pushed into something far more expensive. I have my suspicions that they never ordered that damn part and played the waiting game on me. As of now, they lost $1,000. I had ordered a $2,000 rebuild but had to downgrade to the $1,000 because of their inability to get their shit together.

Anyhow, here I am back in the cubicle, waiting for 5 o’clock. Bumming rides and needing some time to myself but afraid to have the space. Where’s that damn cloak when you need it?