Just A Bag O' Stupid?...

Did you ever have one of those weeks when you just couldn't help but think that someone forgot to close the doors on the back of the crazy truck and was dropping bags of stupid out the back every where it went?  And that fate was pre-arranging those bags to all be dropped in your line of travel, so every where you went you encountered people who'd been hit with more than their fair share of stupid?

No?

Okay.  It's just me then.

They're firing/eliminating 7500 management positions within our district. Normally I'd say that this was a very smart decision by the Post Office.  However, the answer seems to be eliminating many of the managers in our office.  We are supposed to have 8 managers for our five offices to have it run correctly.  We have been running on 5 for three years now, which is incredibly unsafe and chaotic.  The powers that be (that sit in an office in another state) think we can run on 4. FOUR.

See what I mean?  Bag of stupid.

I am not the best driver.  I admit that.  But I'm thinking that the lady who's intersecting the road in which I am traveling at 50 mph (that's the speed limit) should probably not be honking her horn at me. Because I'm pretty sure if I hit her, she's at fault.  This also goes for all those folks who whizz around me, horns a blazing while I'm out delivering mail.  Hello?  I HAVE THE RIGHT OF WAY.  You could be in a fire truck, lights and sirens flailing, and I'd STILL have the right of way.

Seems some bags of stupid landed at the DMV as well.

Phone call from Almost Hubs...

AH: "You'll never guess what I just did."
Me: "Um, OK what?"
AH: " It's something I haven't done in a really long time."
Me: "A sit up?"

This conversation didn't end well... perhaps I too was hit with ricocheted stupid.

Youngest has 30 minutes at the end of the school day that he can use to do whatever he wants with.  It's part of his 'reward" system for getting all his work done without issue for the day.  The other day, he made an alien out of Model Magic clay.  Which brings me to the conversation in the car later that night...

Oldest:  "Mom, look what Youngest is doing to his alien!"
Me: "Buddy, please do not make your alien anatomically correct."
Oldest:  "Now look what he did"
Me: "Please do not make it a transsexual either."
Oldest: "Now he's putting boobs on it's head."
Youngest: "No!... I'm giving him hair."

Fabulously stupid, or DNA altering genius scientist?  I'll leave it to you.

When Youngest was 4 I decided it would be good for him to have a pet.  Someone to take care of of his very own.  So we got a cat.  He's a great cat, loving, not too annoying, and minimal maintenance.

But he pukes all the time.
 
When my cousin moved she gave us her old couches. They are white.

I don't even have to finish this to depict the extreme amount of crazy stupid involved here, do I?

Anyone want a cat?

While waiting for Youngest to get out of his appointment, I grabbed a magazine. Normally, her selections include Coastal Living or Interior Home Design Books. However, in amongst them I found a copy of Wired.  Interesting stuff, I must say...

I now know that human trafficking brings in 1.25 billion in revenue, (which is close to the economy of Spain), how to smuggle Cocaine into the country (use a sea port and hide it in granite which can then be donated and used as a tax write off), and how to spot winning scratch off lotto tickets 70% of the time.

Bag of stupid? Maybe. 

If anyone needs me I'll be at the convience store stocking up on $2 winners.