Friday, September 28, 2001

I’m really trying to get happy but it’s getting harder to do when I’m alone. I have this reoccurring role as cheerleader at work that forces a good mood on me even when I just want to slap everyone on the forehead. I don’t mind it so much because its very challenging to cheer people up that have had their day go completely blotto. That’s not the problem as much as absolutely everyone I come across needs the friendly me and that makes evil-stupidtom very cranky. I get a little enjoyment out of the half hour of road rage I experience every day on the way home but I have to tell you it’s just not satisfying. It’s also not fair for my family to get a-hole tom just because I’ve been smiling like an automaton all day. At least the smiles with them are always genuine. My kids endlessly crack me up and their mother is no slouch in the “what the hell were you thinking” department. Four days in a row, I have come home to a cold house with no hot water. This is because no matter what obstacles I put in Max’s way he figures out how to shut off the furnace and turn down the water heater. Now you are probably asking yourselves the same thing I ask every day about him getting this done with out being detected. The common belief among those home during the day is that from time to time he can make himself invisible. I on the other hand am convinced that he now has some help. Maggie is not going to let mischief with someone else’s name already on it go undone. Lets just see how they both do against the walls I’m starting next week. If you are reading this and I was just nice to you, I probably didn’t want to slap your forehead but try and do some cheering up on your own. The big fat funny guy may go on a slapping spree and you have no idea how long those finger marks stay on your forehead. 12:00:00 AM    says you