Do you take sugar? One lump or two?

While I was studying for my PE exam, I longed for the day when my schedule would ease up and I would have some down time. Wish granted. Let me hit the highlights of my week: I bought a new CD and I forgot my shoes for my Wednesday night barbell class. That's it. And let me emphasize that those are the highlights.

The title of today's blog should give you some indication as to the CD I purchased. Aaaawwww yyeeeeaaahhhh - we got a little Def Leppard Greatest Hits in 'da Civic! I say Civic because Lee told me if I ever play it in the house, he's going to throw it out the window. Whatever - he can't bring me down. Listening to the CD totally took me back to my junior high sock hop days where they'd always play the slow song "Love Bites". Love did bite when I was in 7th grade because I was 5'8" and all of the guys were 5'3". So when that song came on, I would pray to God and Saint Anthony (patron saint of lost causes) that Philip Farco would ask me to dance, but he wouldn't and then I'd wind up trying not to make eye contact with the Asian guy from my math class to no avail and that's who I'd wind up dancing with. Ah, memories. Anyway, nothing says summer like rollin' through my new 'hood, sunroof open, windows down and the stereo thumping just above a whisper as to not draw any attention from the HPPD seeing how they pulled me over last Sunday for expired tags. That's how I roll - I was brought up in A-Town, where we know how to rock because we have our own Awesomely Bad Hair Band. Well, had our own awesomely bad hair band. RIP, Dimebag.

As mentioned above, the other "highlight" of my week was coming down with a severe case of head-up-buttitis. All I have to do to prepare for my class is pack 1) a sports bra, 2) a top, 3), pants, 4) socks, and 5) shoes and I can't do it. I CANNOT DO IT. I thought I was going to have to teach in socks, but then I remembered that I still had a pair of shoes in my trunk from 1998 (not lying - got them at the Academy in College Station). They are a size too small, but they got the job done.

On the homefront, the guy who installed our security system was a bonafide idiot because he hooked the alarm system up to the line that all of our other appliances are connected to. That means that starting at 2am every night, the breaker blows, the security system switches its backup battery, the security system starts beeping loudly to alert us that its running on its backup battery, Lee starts cussing out the security system, the guy who installed it, and our 60 year old electrical system. At that point, I tell him to give it a rest because it's happened every night for 7 days so I don't know why he's so surprised that it's happening tonight, he stomps into the kitchen, screams "I'm gonna rip it out of the wall!", and then goes outside flipping every switch in the fuse box that he can find. We repeat this song and dance at 30 minutes intervals. Last night, Lee told me he was going to get a hotel room. I couldn't figure out if that was a threat or a promise. I told him that we should shut the bedroom door and wear earplugs. He called that idea "insane". Really? Because I'm re-reading what I just wrote and earplugs are starting to look better and better. Brinks is coming to fix it on Monday which means I get to experience this for 3 more nights. I know our downstairs neighbors can't wait to move the hell out of there.

Well, more after the weekend. Happy Mother's Day, Mom!