Mondays suck

I had every intention to post something light and happy today, perhaps featuring a bunch of pictures from our Sunday walk.   But, when the sun peaked over the horizon and pushed what fleeting light it could past the clouds, it was... Monday.  And as always, Monday is a pitiful exercise in survival.  Or, as I told Laurie on the way home, ""This was the kind of day that F* Story gets home and tells it's wife the day was a F* Story".

And then, the news.  First up, Laurie tells me of her post on FB:

Just watched a video, on the news, of protestors in New York chanting " What do we want?Dead cops!When do we want it? Now! If the President, Sharpton, Jackson, and Diblasio don't condemn this, we all should be very concerned if not scared. IMHO Protesting is one thing, but this is way over the top!

So first thought, "All right, a-holes, why do you want cops dead?  Why do you want ANYONE dead?  You have all this concern for thugs who aren't worth a tear, who have NO concern about those they victimize, but let a cop put one of these lame excuses for humanity out of our misery, and HIM you wanna kill.  And the sad thing..."

The sad thing is, they aren't smart enough to know what hypocrites they are.  And it goes on...

As I get the lowdown on this sorry son that took the hostages in Australia.  An Iranian who begged asylum from that nuthouse so he could spend his time writing HATE MAIL TO THE FAMILIES OF FALLEN SOLDIERS.  I hope Dante finds him an extra cold spot in the bottom rings of hell.


But those idiots calling for dead cops would probably want me to sympathize, show him tolerance, understand he was- what did they call it?- a"damaged individual".

Then we had the guy that killed 9 family members in Pennsylvania, just to remind us that jerks come in a variety of colors, faith, and occupations (though an increasing number of them seem to be springing from the Philly area.  Personally I think that has to do with having the Flyers in their city all these years, but I have no numbers on that.).


I left work after a day of 25 recuts, a label printer that just had to eat a label smack in the middle of five other disasters, a document printer that is acting like an electronic jackass, and a cutting machine that responds to our company's expert trying to get it to behave right by getting far, far worse, until he manages to move it back to merely fubared.  And this is the world I come home to.  So I download the walk pics to brighten everyone's day, only to get blurry, just missed, out of focus... oh, and these:

Hmm... Duck soup...

River still waaaaay down

And yeah, just before we got home, the sun came out for like 10 minutes.

So last Friday I took a half day, but before I left, we had a little fun.  One of the ladies decided to gift us all with Christmas hats full of goodies.  Others decided to wear the hats into the plant.  It became a whole big thing, and finally, a picture was taken (which you have already seen if you are a FB friend):

That's me, second on the left with the hat that took Cialis before wearing.  The author of our gaiety is front right in green.


One last note... sorta.  We have a winnah in the NHFFL's Super Bowl XVIII... but as the final score is not yet decided, I will wait until tomorrow to post the picture of the champion (Laurie, since both contestants were hers) holding the fabled championship cup.  Until then....