Fluffy shallow blogging

I need to do my nails.

I have an overwhelming hunger for a hot dog with mustard and pickle relish. Why can't I be hungry for something I already have in the house? And where am I going to get a grilled hot dog at 10pm? Besides the gas station?

Mr Lemon got a little taste of my musical perfectionism the other night when I pulled out my ancient and crumbling classical piano book to prove to him I can play Fur Elise. Dinner kept starting to burn sizzling. Mr Lemon would make a move to go stir it and I would suddenly remember that I was not 14 anymore and practicing.

I can get a perm after 20 weeks. ~yay~ I will have good hair for Christmas. It takes so little to make me happy.

I'm trying out a temp service tomorrow. It rankles me that I'm only scheduled to work 4 hours next week on Monday morning and I will have nothing else to do for the entire week. THE. ENTIRE. WEEK. This rankles me immensely. Who cares that Plus Size Mall Store hired new people and they need to actually work to be trained? I'm valuable. I need a better yet still temporary job for the rest of the year since tax season is right around the corner.

Yes! Right around the corner! I hope you are all keeping track of your education expenses and remembering that if your dependents turn 17 by 12/31/07 you become ineligible for the $1000 child tax credit. Have another baby. Quickly.