Ducks!

We got nothin' but ducks here. Pecking me to death once again.

Our phone doesn't work. DSL does, but the phone is as dead as the proverbial doornail. Once I finally got through to a human at SBC (half an hour), I found out that there is a short in our line and the soonest they can fix it is tomorrow. The woman asked for an alternate phone number and I gave her my cell phone number. Then she said, "Can you give us an alternate number in case we can't reach you at that number." I modulated my tone to the one I have used when dealing with someone with a profound mental impairment, "Yes, but that number isn't working right now."

Ahem.

I mailed Bean's student registration stuff two weeks ago. It's lost in USPSland. I'm filling out 10 pages of forms, cancelling the first check, writing new checks, getting a new immunization form from the doctor, etc. etc. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

If the doorbell rings, I'm going to co-opt Dorothy Parker and open it saying, "What fresh hell is this?"