I threatened to kill my dad tonight in McDonald’s.  After he bought me supper.  Yeah…I’m shopping for bikinis because I’m totally going to hell.

I mean…it wasn’t a death threat exactly…okay it was…but let me plead my case.

The ‘rents took my kids and my nephews to McD’s to get some dinner and play at the playplace tonight.  This of course required my presence…but hello…free food…I was all over it.

Only problem was there was a school there having a fundraiser tonight so it was crazy. 

So we finally have eaten and find a place to sit.  My dad and I are talking…he waits until I look away…then he takes his empty paper cup…points the opening towards me and thumps his finger really hard on the bottom.  Making a loud and startling sound.

After finding out how annoying it was he did it several more times.

Okay…I may have issued the death threat the first time…and he got a few more in just in case it was his end time.

Yeah…I need to take stock out in air conditioners…

I don’t know why I haven’t written.  I mean…I have a thousand reasons.  Alot of them valid even.  But I don’t write.  I don’t write here…I don’t write on my book…I probably don’t even return your e-mails…and god…let’s not even talk about my Facebook status.

Maybe because life is good.  Or hectic…or…or…or.  I just don’ t know.

Working has been a huge shitty overwhelming transition.  I like my job.  It’s intresting…and fun…and god do I have alot of stories…that could translate into some funny stuff here.

But tomorrow I’m going to miss the kid’s performance at school.  And on Friday I’m going to miss Zak’s field trip.  Yes yes…I got to go to the one last Tuesday.  But somehow in this whole single mom thing I feel like I’ve failed miserably…I can’t be everywhere at once.

And the Captain sucks.  I know…no surprise there.  To say he is a flake is to put it mildly.  It probably doesn’t help matters that he wants to rock the boat at every opportunity. 

But today I wrote.  Maybe a story about my patients…but that’s another post in and of itself.