F.U.B.A.R. Update

First of all, my fucking dogs locked me out of the house bright and early this morning!!! I went out to turn on the sprinklers, and I'm guessing that the hounds from hell jumped up on the door and hit the dead bolt. I managed to pry open a window without causing too much damage. Damn dogs.

Secondly, my original weekend date called back. She wants to go now and since it's extenuating circumstances (that, and I kinda like her) I decide that I want to take her. Now I'm faced with another problem. I have to call my friend and tell her "thanks for your effort and I appreciate you finding somebody that will drop everything with little notice and go to St. Louis with a complete stranger, but Jessica's services will no longer be needed." I feel like such a huge flake.

I have only cancelled one date in my entire life. Usually I'm the one that gets dropped. It helps a miniscule amount that I don't know Jessica, but I still feel like a shitbag (is shitbag one word or two? maybe it's hyphenated.....shit-bag, no that doesn't look right either). I make it up to Jessica by giving her two extra tickets to the Cardinals/Yankees game on Saturday so she can take her little boy. It costs me, but I feel better about the whole thing.

So next time you pick up a rock, look for me. It's where flaky shitbags belong.


P.S. Spell check does not recognize the word "shitbag"